Farewell, farewell to you who would hearYou lonely travellers
allThe cold north wind will blow againThe winding road does
callAnd will you never return to seeYour bruised and beaten
sons?"Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I wereFor they love me,
every one"And will you never cut the clothOr drink the light to
be?And can you never swear a yearTo anyone of we?"No, I will
never cut the clothOr drink the light to beBut I'll swear a
year to one who liesAsleep along side of me"Farewell, farewell to
you who would hearYou lonely travellers allThe cold north wind
will blow againThe winding road does call