A wild west Coast, a little Town,
Where little Folk go up and down,
Tides flow and winds blow:
Night and Tempest and the Sea,
Human Will and Human Fate:
What is little, what is great?
Howsoe'er the answer be,
Let me sing of what I know.
More verses by William Allingham
- The Winter Pear
- To The Author Of 'Hesperides
- The Winding Banks Of Erne
- The Nobleman's Wedding
- Lovely Mary Donnelly