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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Three Roads</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a town in Ireland,<br> A little town I know;<br>Its girls have tender Irish eyes<br> Beneath their brows of snow;<br>And in the field around it<br> The Fairy Hawthorns grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O, the Hawthorn is a Queen<br> And the daughter of a King,<br> And amidst her branches green<br> The sweet brown thrushes sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And from that little city<br> Three roads forever run<br>And on those roads the people,<br> The father and the son,<br>The mother and the daughter,<br>Walk till the day is done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O, the Hawthorn is a Queen<br> And the daughter of a King,<br> And amidst her branches green<br> The thrushes sadly sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One road runs to the seaport<br> Where stately vessels lie -<br>American, Australian -<br> The weeping exiles cry,<br>Farewell to Grave and Hearthstone!<br> Dear Ireland - good-bye!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O, the Hawthorn is a Queen<br> And the daughter of a King,<br> And amidst her branches green<br> 'Farewell!' the thrushes sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One road it is a red, red road -<br> That road to England goes;<br>The battle-drums are sounding,<br> The trump of battle blows;<br>And Ireland's sons go forth to fight<br> Against Red England's foes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O, the Hawthorn is a Queen<br> And the daughter of a King,<br> And within her heart of green<br> The mournful thrushes sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One road it is a quiet road;<br> They travel it full slow,<br>Their eyes are filled with sorrow,<br> The silent folk who go<br>To where the Stones of Silence<br> Are shining, row on row.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O, the Hawthorn is a Queen<br> And a Lady fair and grand,<br> And the thrushes sing the keen<br> Of the Dead - in Ireland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</a><div class=q>
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 A little town I know;
Its girls have tender Irish eyes
 Beneath their brows of snow;
And in the field around it
 The Fairy Hawthorns grow.

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 And the daughter of a King,
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