Adieu!

"Adieu, my love, adieu!      Be constant and 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,      And I bade the maid adieu      On the road.      Then I took myself to sea,      While the little chiming bee      Sung his ballad on the lea,      Humming sweet;      And the red-winged butterfly      Was sailing through the sky,      Skimming up and bouncing by      Near my feet.      I left the little birds,      And sweet lowing of the herds,      And couldn't find out words,      Do you see,      To say to them good bye,      Where the yellow cups do lie;      So heaving a deep sigh,      Took to sea.