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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575330" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad Of Rose O Shea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She lived with her blind mother beside a purling stream<br>In their little white washed cottage in the Valley of Rosheen<br>Her hair as dark as raven's wing and her eyes blue as ripened sloes<br>The sightless widow's only child the lovely maid named Rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her blind and bedridden mother of chronic cancer died<br>And she sold the little white washed cot in Rosheen country side<br>And she left the green vale of Rosheen and Rosheen bogland brown<br>And sailed across the Irish sea for to live in London Town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She settled in to City life this sweet Irish colleen<br>And she grew used to London traffic and the bustling city scene<br>She worked and saved some money and she earned her livelihood<br>As a bar maid in a bar room in London's Cricklewood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was here she met the man she loved the man she was to wed<br>An English son of an Irishman a red haired chap named Fred<br>And on a blustery morn in March a rainy saturday<br>Miss Rose Reen from Rosheen became Mrs Rose O Shea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah but Fred he was a wild one a wild, wild man was he<br>He liked his drink and women and he spent his money free<br>He liked whiskey and women and was unfaithful to his wife<br>And he proved unsuited for marriage and the married way of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a London hospital maternity ward on a pleasant August morn<br>A baby son to Rose O Shea and her husband Fred was born<br>And Rose was now a mother and Fred he was a dad<br>And Freddy junior was the name they gave the little lad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the added responsibility did not reform Fred Shea<br>And in the bar rooms at the weekends he still spent most of his pay<br>He had grown tired of his wife Rose like a bored child with his toy<br>And he showed very little interest in his little baby boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fred found himself a new love a sexy little miss<br>And his relationship with her went further than a kiss<br>He walked out on his Irish wife and his young baby son<br>And he went to live with his new love his golden haired loved one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dark haired female from Rosheen erred in her marriage choice<br>And for her costly error she paid a heartbreak price<br>She took her son to orphan home with aching breaking heart<br>And with her blue eyed six months baby boy a tearful Rose did part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In life it's very easy lose and very hard to win<br>And women often times suffer at the hands of callous men<br>And some women forced to part with their young babe like Mrs Rose O Shea<br>And for some life's a punishment or so 'twould seem that way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q>
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In their little white washed cottage in the Valley of Rosheen
Her hair as dark as raven's wing and her eyes blue as ripened sloes
The sightless widow's only child the lovely maid named Rose.
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