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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537347" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Under The Round Tower</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'ALTHOUGH I'd lie lapped up in linen<br>A deal I'd sweat and little earn<br>If I should live as live the neighbours,'<br>Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne;<br>'Stretch bones till the daylight come<br>On great-grandfather's battered tomb.'<br>Upon a grey old battered tombstone<br>In Glendalough beside the stream<br>Where the O'Byrnes and Byrnes are buried,<br>He stretched his bones and fell in a dream<br>Of sun and moon that a good hour<br>Bellowed and pranced in the round tower;<br>Of golden king and Silver lady,<br>Bellowing up and bellowing round,<br>Till toes mastered a sweet measure,<br>Mouth mastered a sweet sound,<br>Prancing round and prancing up<br>Until they pranced upon the top.<br>That golden king and that wild lady<br>Sang till stars began to fade,<br>Hands gripped in hands, toes close together,<br>Hair spread on the wind they made;<br>That lady and that golden king<br>Could like a brace of blackbirds sing.<br>'It's certain that my luck is broken,'<br>That rambling jailbird Billy said;<br>'Before nightfall I'll pick a pocket<br>And snug it in a feather bed.<br>I cannot find the peace of home<br>On great-grandfather's battered tomb.'</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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A deal I'd sweat and little earn
If I should live as live the neighbours,'
Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne;
'Stretch bones till the daylight come
On great-grandfather's battered tomb.'
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