The Farewell Poem by Samuel Bamford

Farewell, my native dells and bowers,
Farewell ye fragrant scented flowers;
No more your dewy tints I twine,
My love to deck- with garland fine;
Farewell ye rindles gushing clear,
Where often I have met my dear;
I now must bid a long adieu,
To the greenwood shady bowers and you.

Farewell, ye honey-winged gales,
Farewell, ye sloping hills and dales;
Ye waving woods that sweep the sky,
Ye daisy'd meads that lowly lie;
No more to pluck your sweets I rove,
My fond arm lock'd around my love;
I now must bid a long adieu,
To shady greenwood bowers and you.

And, O farewell, thou heart-lov'd dear,
Wipe from thy cheek that pearly tear;
I now must bid a long adieu,
To scenes of happiness and you;
No more transported shall I sip,
The nectar of thy rosy lip;
But still my constant heart shall stay
With thee when I am far away.