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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536749" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Girl's Lamentation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With grief and mourning I sit to spin;<br>My Love passed by, and he didn't come in;<br>He passes by me, both day and night,<br>And carries off my poor heart's delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a tavern in yonder town,<br>My Love goes there and he spends a crown;<br>He takes a strange girl upon his knee,<br>And never more gives a thought to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Says he, 'We'll wed without loss of time,<br>And sure our love's but a little crime;'-<br>My apron-string now it's wearing short,<br>And my Love he seeks other girls to court.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O with him I'd go if I had my will,<br>I'd follow him barefoot o'er rock and hill;<br>I'd never once speak of all my grief<br>If he'd give me a smile for my heart's relief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In our wee garden the rose unfolds,<br>With bachelor's-buttons and marigolds;<br>I'll tie no posies for dance or fair,<br>A willow-twig is for me to wear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a maid again I can never be,<br>Till the red rose blooms on the willow tree.<br>Of such a trouble I've heard them tell,<br>And now I know what it means full well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As through the long lonesome night I lie,<br>I'd give the world if I might but cry;<br>But I mus'n't moan there or raise my voice,<br>And the tears run down without any noise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what, O what will my mother say?<br>She'll wish her daughter was in the clay.<br>My father will curse me to my face;<br>The neighbours will know of my black disgrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sister's buried three years, come Lent;<br>But sure we made far too much lament.<br>Beside her grave they still say a prayer-<br>I wish to God 'twas myself was there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Candlemas crosses hang near my bed;<br>To look at them puts me much in dread,<br>They mark the good time that's gone and past:<br>It's like this year's one will prove the last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The oldest cross it's a dusty brown,<br>But the winter winds didn't shake it down;<br>The newest cross keeps the colour bright;<br>When the straw was reaping my heart was light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The reapers rose with the blink of morn,<br>And gaily stook'd up the yellow corn;<br>To call them home to the field I'd run,<br>Through the blowing breeze and the summer sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the straw was weaving my heart was glad,<br>For neither sin nor shame I had,<br>In the barn where oat-chaff was flying round,<br>And the thumping flails made a pleasant sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now summer or winter to me it's one;<br>But oh! for a day like the time that's gone.<br>I'd little care was it storm or shine,<br>If I had but peace in this heart of mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! light and false is a young man's kiss,<br>And a foolish girl gives her soul for this.<br>Oh! light and short is the young man's blame,<br>And a helpless girl has the grief and shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the river-bank once I thought to go,<br>And cast myself in the stream below;<br>I thought 'twould carry us far out to sea,<br>Where they'd never find my poor babe and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet Lord, forgive me that wicked mind!<br>You know I used to be well-inclined.<br>Oh, take compassion upon my state,<br>Because my trouble is so very great.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My head turns round with the spinning wheel,<br>And a heavy cloud on my eyes I feel.<br>But the worst of all is at my heart's core;<br>For my innocent days will come back no more.</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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My Love passed by, and he didn't come in;
He passes by me, both day and night,
And carries off my poor heart's delight.

There is a tavern in yonder town,
My Love goes there and he spends a crown;
He takes a ..."></div>
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