Thursday, May 10, 2012

At Dead O' The Night, Alanna Comments

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At dead o' the night, alanna, I wake and see you there,
Your little head on the pillow, with tossed and tangled hair;
I am your mother, acushla, and you are my heart's own boy,
And wealth o' the world I'd barter to shield you from annoy.
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James Bernard Dollard
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