The Winding Banks of Erne; or The Emigrant Adieu to Ballyshannyby William Allingham Adieu to Ballyshanny ! where I was bred and born;Go where I may, I’ll think of you, as sure as night and morn;The kindly spot, the friendly town, where every one is known,And not a face in all the place but partly seems my own;There’s not a house or window, there’s...
