MAVOURNEEN, we'll go far away <br />From the net of the crooked town <br />Where they grudge us the light of the day. <br /> <br />Around my neck you will lay <br />Two tight little arms of brown. <br />Mavourneen, we'll go far away <br />From the net of the crooked town. <br /> <br />And what will we hear on the way? <br />The stir of wings up and down <br />In nests where the little birds stay! <br />Mavourneen, we'll go far away <br />From the net of the crooked town <br />Where they grudge us the light of the day.<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beggar-s-child/
