Fare thee well, O Love of Woman! Lip of Beauty, fare thee well! Thy soft heart, divinely human, Holds me by a magic spell. All that grieves me now to perish Is the loss of one bright eye,...
Weep not for him who, in the battle dying, Lives in the lays of those he sought to save; Weep not for him who on the cold turf lying, Finds in his native land a patriot's grave;...
With a ho-ho-ho! and a hi-hi-hi! With a canzonet and tabor, Thus, with ho-ho-ho! and our hi-hi-hi! We amble, ramble, gambol, I And my lily-fingered neighbor.