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.