Adieu

Adieu my love adieu
Be constant & be true
As the daisies gemmed with dew
Bonny maid

The cows their thirst were slaking
Trees the playful winds were shaking
Sweet songs the birds were making
In the shade

The moss upon the tree
Was as green as green could be
The clover on the lea
Ruddy glowed

Leaves were silver with the dew
Where the tall sowthistles grew
& I bade the maid adieu
On the road

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