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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537316" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Three Songs To The One Burden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE Roaring Tinker if you like,<br>But Mannion is my name,<br>And I beat up the common sort<br>And think it is no shame.<br>The common breeds the common,<br>A lout begets a lout,<br>So when I take on half a score<br>I knock their heads about.<br>From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All Mannions come from Manannan,<br>Though rich on every shore<br>He never lay behind four walls<br>He had such character,<br>Nor ever made an iron red<br>Nor soldered pot or pan;<br>His roaring and his ranting<br>Best please a wandering man.<br>From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could Crazy Jane put off old age<br>And ranting time renew,<br>Could that old god rise up again<br>We'd drink a can or two,<br>And out and lay our leadership<br>On country and on town,<br>Throw likely couples into bed<br>And knock the others down.<br>From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II<br>My name is Henry Middleton,<br>I have a small demesne,<br>A small forgotten house that's set<br>On a storm-bitten green.<br>I scrub its floors and make my bed,<br>I cook and change my plate,<br>The post and garden-boy alone<br>Have keys to my old gate.<br>From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though I have locked my gate on them,<br>I pity all the young,<br>I know what devil's trade they learn<br>From those they live among,<br>Their drink, their pitch-and-toss by day,<br>Their robbery by night;<br>The wisdom of the people's gone,<br>How can the young go straight?<br>From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When every Sunday afternoon<br>On the Green Lands I walk<br>And wear a coat in fashion.<br>Memories of the talk<br>Of henwives and of queer old men<br>Brace me and make me strong;<br>There's not a pilot on the perch<br>Knows I have lived so long.<br>From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III<br>Come gather round me, players all:<br>Come praise Nineteen-Sixteen,<br>Those from the pit and gallery<br>Or from the painted scene<br>That fought in the Post Office<br>Or round the City Hall,<br>praise every man that came again,<br>Praise every man that fell.<br>From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who was the first man shot that day?<br>The player Connolly,<br>Close to the City Hall he died;<br>Catriage and voice had he;<br>He lacked those years that go with skill,<br>But later might have been<br>A famous, a brilliant figure<br>Before the painted scene.<br>From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some had no thought of victory<br>But had gone out to die<br>That Ireland's mind be greater,<br>Her heart mount up on high;<br>And yet who knows what's yet to come?<br>For patrick pearse had said<br>That in every generation<br>Must Ireland's blood be shed.<br>From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.</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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But Mannion is my name,
And I beat up the common sort
And think it is no shame.
The common breeds the common,
A lout begets a lout,
So when I take on half a score
I knock their heads about.
From mountain to mountain..."></div>
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