Farewell to the Farm

THE coach is at the door at last;The eager children, mounting fastAnd kissing hands, in chorus sing:Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

To house and garden, field and lawn,The meadow-gates we swang upon,To pump and stable, tree and swing,Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

And fare you well for evermore,O ladder at the hayloft door,O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!

Crack goes the whip, and off we go;The trees and houses smaller grow;Last, round the woody turn we swing:Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!