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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cashel of Munster</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’D wed you without herds, without money or rich array,<br>And I’d wed you on a dewy morn at day-dawn gray;<br>My bitter woe it is, love, that we are not far away<br>In Cashel town, tho’ the bare deal board were our marriage-<br> bed this day!<br>O fair maid, remember the green hill-side,<br>Remember how I hunted about the valleys wide;<br>Time now has worn me; my locks are turn’d to gray;<br>They year is scarce and I am poor—but send me not, love,<br> away!<br>O deem not my blood is of base strain, my girl;<br>O think not my birth was as the birth of a churl;<br>Marry me and prove me, and say soon you will<br>That noble blood is written on my right side still.<br>My purse holds no red gold, no coin of the silver white;<br>No herds are mine to drive through the long twilight;<br>But the pretty girl that would take me, all bare tho’ I be and lone,<br>O, I’d take her with me kindly to the county Tyrone!<br>O my girl, I can see ’tis in trouble you are;<br>And O my girl, I see ’tis your people’s reproach you bear!<br>—I am a girl in trouble for his sake with whom I fly,<br>And, O, may no other maiden know such reproach as I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Samuel+Ferguson">Sir Samuel Ferguson</a><div class=q>
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And I’d wed you on a dewy morn at day-dawn gray;
My bitter woe it is, love, that we are not far away
In Cashel town, tho’ the bare deal board were our marriage-
 bed this day!
O fair ma..."></div>
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