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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lovely Mary Donnelly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, my joy, my only best<br>If fifty girls were round you, I’d hardly see the rest;<br>Be what it may the time o’ day, the place be where it will<br>Sweet looks o’ Mary Donnelly, they bloom before me still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her eyes like mountain water that’s flowing on a rock,<br>How clear they are, how dark they are! they give me many a shock.<br>Red rowans warm in sunshine and wetted with a shower,<br>Could ne’er express the charming lip that has me in its power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her nose is straight and handsome, her eyebrows lifted up,<br>Her chin is very neat and pert, and smooth like a china cup,<br>Her hair’s the brag of Ireland, so weighty and so fine;<br>It’s rolling down upon her neck, and gathered in a twine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dance o’ last Whit-Monday night exceeded all before,<br>No pretty girl from miles about was missing from the floor;<br>But Mary kept the belt of love, and O but she was gay!<br>She danced a jig, she sung a song, that took my heart away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she stood up for dancing, her steps were so complete,<br>The music nearly killed itself to her feet;<br>The fiddler mourned his blindness, he heard her so much praised,<br>But blessed his luck not to be deaf when once her voice she raised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And evermore I’m whistling or lilting what you sung,<br>Your smile is always in my heart, your name beside my tongue;<br>But you’ve as many sweethearts as you’d count on both your hands,<br>And for myself there’s not a thumb or little finger stands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, you’re the flower o’ womankind in country or in town;<br>The higher I exalt you, the lower I’m cast down.<br>If some great lord should come this way, and see your beauty bright.<br>And you to be his lady, I’d own it was but right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, might we live together in a lofty palace hall,<br>Where joyful music rises, and where scarlet curtains fall!<br>Oh, might we live together in a cottage mean and small,<br>With sods or grass the only roof, and mud the only wall!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lovely Mary Donnelly, your beauty’s my distress,<br>It’s far too beauteous to be mine, but I’ll never wish it less.<br>The proudest place would fit your face, and I am poor and low<br>But blessings be about you, dear, wherever you may go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Allingham">William Allingham</a><div class=q>
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If fifty girls were round you, I’d hardly see the rest;
Be what it may the time o’ day, the place be where it will
Sweet looks o’ Mary Donnelly, they bloom before me still.

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