I'll only hear the word farewell,
I will not now be told
That when you come again, you'll bring
A store of gems and gold.
To other friends, who love you less,
That promise you may tell;
At such a moment, let me hear
That one sad word — «Farewell!»
Yes, breathe no other word but that,
Unless it be the vow,
That promises a safe return.
With love as fond as now.
Say, you'll be true, though in the halls
Of splendour you may dwell.
Oh! let me hear you tell me this
Or only say — «Farewell.»
~ Текст приведён по изданию «Songs, Ballads and Other Poems by the Late Thomas Haynes Bayly», Vol. II, London, 1844.