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From inland homes to see with joy

th' Atlantic-setting sun;

To breathe the buoyant salted air,

and sport among the waves;

To gather shells on sandy beach,

and tempt the gloomy caves;

To watch the flowing, ebbing tide,

the boats, the crabs, the fish;

Young men and maids to meet and smile,

and form a tender wish;

The sick and old in search of health,

for all things have their turn—

And I must quit my native shore,

and the winding banks of Erne!

Farewell to every white cascade

from the Harbour to Belleek,

And every pool where fins may rest,

and ivy-shaded creek;

The sloping fields, the lofty rocks,

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