Tuesday, April 20, 2010
An Drinaun Donn Comments
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A HUNDRED men think I am theirs when with them I
drink ale,
But their presence fades away from me and their high spirits fail
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7/18/2025 4:01:07 PM # 1.0.0
This is as well-penned as it gets: Farewell, farewell, forever, to yon town amongst the trees; Farewell, the town that draws me on mornings and on eves. Oh, many's the ugly morass now, and many's the crooked road, That lie henceforth between me and where my heart's bestowed.