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Adieu to Belashanny where I was bred and born	A
Go where I may I'll think of you as sure as night and morn	A
The kindly spot the friendly town where every one is known	B
And not a face in all the place but partly seems my own	B
There's not a house or window there's not a field or hill	C
But east or west in foreign lands I'll recollect them still	C
I leave my warm heart with you though my back I'm forced to turn	D
Adieu to Belashanny and the winding banks of Erne	D
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No more on pleasant evenings we'll saunter down the Mall	E
When the trout is rising to the fly the salmon to the fall	E
The boat comes straining on her net and heavily she creeps	F
Cast off cast off she feels the oars and to her berth she sweeps	F
Now fore and aft keep hauling and gathering up the clew	E
Till a silver wave of salmon rolls in among the crew	G
Then they may sit with pipes a lit and many a joke and yarn	H
Adieu to Belashanny and the winding banks of Erne	D
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The music of the waterfall the mirror of the tide	I
When all the green hill'd harbour is full from side to side	I
From Portnasun to Bulliebawns and round the Abbey Bay	J
From rocky Inis Saimer to Coolnargit sandhills grey	J
While far upon the southern line to guard it like a wall	E
The Leitrim mountains clothed in blue gaze calmly over all	E
And watch the ship sail up or down the red flag at her stern	D
Adieu to these adieu to all the winding banks of Erne	D
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Farewell to you Kildoney lads and them that pull an oar	K
A lugsail set or haul a net from the point to Mullaghmore	K
From Killybegs to bold Slieve League that ocean mountain steep	L
Six hundred yards in air aloft six hundred in the deep	L
From Dooran to the Fairy Bridge and round by Tullen strand	M
Level and long and white with waves where gull and curlew stand	M
Head out to sea when on your lee the breakers you discern	D
Adieu to all the billowy coast and the winding banks of Erne	D
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Farewell Coolmore Bundoran and your summer crowds that run	N
From inland homes to see with joy the Atlantic setting sun	N
To breathe the buoyant salted air and sport among the waves	O
To gather shells on sandy beach and tempt the gloomy caves	O
To watch the flowing ebbing tide the boats the crabs the fish	P
Young men and maids to meet and smile and form a tender wish	P
The sick and old in search of health for all things have their turn	D
And I must quit my native shore and the winding banks of Erne	D
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Farewell to every white cascade from the Harbour to Belleek	Q
And every pool where fins may rest and ivy shaded creek	Q
The sloping fields the lofty rocks where ash and holly grow	K
The one split yew tree gazing on the curving flood below	K
The Lough that winds through islands under Turaw mountain green	R
And Castle Caldwell's stretching woods with tranquil bays between	R
And Breesie Hill and many a pond among the heath and fern	D
For I must say adieu adieu to the winding banks of Erne	D
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The thrush will call through Camlin groves the live long summer day	J
The waters run by mossy cliff and banks with wild flowers gay	J
The girls will bring their work and sing beneath a twisted thorn	A
Or stray with sweethearts down the path among the growing corn	A
Along the riverside they go where I have often been	S
O never shall I see again the days that I have seen	R
A thousand chances are to one I never may return	D
Adieu to Belashanny and the winding banks of Erne	D
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Adieu to evening dances where merry neighbours meet	T
And the fiddle says to boys and girls get up and shake your feet	T
To shanachas and wise old talk of Erin's days gone by	U
Who trench'd the rath on such a hill and where the bones may lie	U
Of saint or king or warrior chief with tales of fairy power	K
And tender ditties sweetly sung to pass the twilight hour	K
The mournful song of exile is now for me to learn	D
Adieu my dear companions on the winding banks of Erne	D
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Now measure from the Commons down to each end of the Purt	V
Round the Abbey Moy and Knather I wish no one any hurt	V
The Main Street Back Street College Lane the Mall and Portnasun	D
If any foes of mine are there I pardon every one	D
I hope that man and womankind will do the same by me	W
For my heart is sore and heavy at voyaging the sea	W
My loving friends I'll bear in mind and often fondly turn	D
To think of Belashanny and the winding banks of Erne	D
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If ever I'm a money'd man I mean please God to cast	X
My golden anchor in the place where youthful years were past	X
Though heads that now are black and brown must meanwhile gather grey	J
New faces rise by every hearth and old ones drop away	J
Yet dearer still that Irish hill than all the world beside	I
It's home sweet home where'er I roam through lands and waters wide	I
And if the Lord allows me I surely will return	D
To my native Belashanny and the winding banks of Erne	D

William Allingham

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