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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537220" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Happy Townland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE'S many a strong farmer<br>Whose heart would break in two,<br>If he could see the townland<br>That we are riding to;<br>Boughs have their fruit and blossom<br>At all times of the year;<br>Rivers are running over<br>With red beer and brown beer.<br>An old man plays the bagpipes<br>In a golden and silver wood;<br>Queens, their eyes blue like the ice,<br>Are dancing in a crowd.<br>The little fox he murmured,<br>'O what of the world's bane?'<br>The sun was laughing sweetly,<br>The moon plucked at my rein;<br>But the little red fox murmured,<br>'O do not pluck at his rein,<br>He is riding to the townland<br>That is the world's bane.'<br>When their hearts are so high<br>That they would come to blows,<br>They unhook rheir heavy swords<br>From golden and silver boughs;<br>But all that are killed in battle<br>Awaken to life again.<br>It is lucky that their story<br>Is not known among men,<br>For O, the strong farmers<br>That would let the spade lie,<br>Their hearts would be like a cup<br>That somebody had drunk dry.<br>The little fox he murmured,<br>'O what of the world's bane?'<br>The sun was laughing sweetly,<br>The moon plucked at my rcin;<br>But the little red fox murmured,<br>'O do not pluck at his rein,<br>He is riding to the townland<br>That is the world's bane.'<br>Michael will unhook his trumpet<br>From a bough overhead,<br>And blow a little noise<br>When the supper has been spread.<br>Gabriel will come from the water<br>With a fish-tail, and talk<br>Of wonders that have happened<br>On wet roads where men walk.<br>And lift up an old horn<br>Of hammered silver, and drink<br>Till he has fallen asleep<br>Upon the starry brink.<br>The little fox he murmured,<br>'O what of the world's bane?'<br>The sun was laughing sweetly,<br>The moon plucked at my rein;<br>But the little red fox murmured.<br>'O do not pluck at his rein,<br>He is riding to the townland<br>That is the world's bane.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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Whose heart would break in two,
If he could see the townland
That we are riding to;
Boughs have their fruit and blossom
At all times of the year;
Rivers are running over
With red beer and brown beer.
An old man plays t..."></div>
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