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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532779" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Potatoes' Dance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(A Poem Game.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Down cellar," said the cricket,<br>"Down cellar," said the cricket,<br>"Down cellar," said the cricket,<br>"I saw a ball last night,<br>In honor of a lady,<br>In honor of a lady,<br>In honor of a lady,<br>Whose wings were pearly-white.<br>The breath of bitter weather,<br>The breath of bitter weather,<br>The breath of bitter weather,<br>Had smashed the cellar pane.<br>We entertained a drift of leaves,<br>We entertained a drift of leaves,<br>We entertained a drift of leaves,<br>And then of snow and rain.<br>But we were dressed for winter,<br>But we were dressed for winter,<br>But we were dressed for winter,<br>And loved to hear it blow<br>In honor of the lady,<br>In honor of the lady,<br>In honor of the lady,<br>Who makes potatoes grow,<br>Our guest the Irish lady,<br>The tiny Irish lady,<br>The airy Irish lady,<br>Who makes potatoes grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Potatoes were the waiters,<br>Potatoes were the waiters,<br>Potatoes were the waiters,<br>Potatoes were the band,<br>Potatoes were the dancers<br>Kicking up the sand,<br>Kicking up the sand,<br>Kicking up the sand,<br>Potatoes were the dancers<br>Kicking up the sand.<br>Their legs were old burnt matches,<br>Their legs were old burnt matches,<br>Their legs were old burnt matches,<br>Their arms were just the same.<br>They jigged and whirled and scrambled,<br>Jigged and whirled and scrambled,<br>Jigged and whirled and scrambled,<br>In honor of the dame,<br>The noble Irish lady<br>Who makes potatoes dance,<br>The witty Irish lady,<br>The saucy Irish lady,<br>The laughing Irish lady<br>Who makes potatoes prance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"There was just one sweet potato.<br>He was golden brown and slim.<br>The lady loved his dancing,<br>The lady loved his dancing,<br>The lady loved his dancing,<br>She danced all night with him,<br>She danced all night with him.<br>Alas, he wasn't Irish.<br>So when she flew away,<br>They threw him in the coal-bin,<br>And there he is today,<br>Where they cannot hear his sighs<br>And his weeping for the lady,<br>The glorious Irish lady,<br>The beauteous Irish lady,<br>Who<br>Gives<br>Potatoes<br>Eyes."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532779" data-title="The Potatoes' Dance de Vachel Lindsay" data-description="(A Poem Game.) I "Down cellar," said the cricket, "Down cellar," said the cricket, "Down cellar," said the cricket, "I saw a ball last night, In honor of a lady, In honor of a lady, In honor of a lady, Whose w..."></div> </div> </div>
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