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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fairy Changeling</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brian O'Byrne of Omah town<br>In his garden strode up and down;<br>He pulled his beard, and he beat his breast;<br>And this is his trouble and woe confessed<br>'The good-folk came in the night, and they<br>Have stolen my bonny wean away;<br>Have put in his place a changeling,<br>A weashy, weakly, wizen thing!<br>'From the speckled hen nine eggs I stole,<br>And lighting a fire of a glowing coal,<br>I fried the shells, and I spilt the yolk;<br>But never a word the stranger spoke.<br>'A bar of metal I heated red<br>To frighten the fairy from its bed,<br>To put in the place of this fretting wean<br>My own bright beautiful boy again.<br>'But my wife had hidden it in her arms,<br>And cried ‘For shame!’ on my fairy charms;<br>She sobs, with the strange child on her breast<br>‘I love the weak, wee babe the best!’'<br>To Brian O'Byrne's, the tale to hear,<br>The neighbours came from far and near<br>Outside his gate, in the long boreen,<br>They crossed themselves, and said between</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their muttered prayers, 'He has no luck!<br>For sure the woman is fairy-struck,<br>To leave her child a fairy guest,<br>And love the weak, wee wean the best!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dora+Sigerson+Shorter">Dora Sigerson Shorter</a><div class=q>
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In his garden strode up and down;
He pulled his beard, and he beat his breast;
And this is his trouble and woe confessed
'The good-folk came in the night, and they
Have stolen my bonny wean away;
Have put in his place a ..."></div>
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