“My goodman marchèd down the street,
‘Good-bye, my dear, good-bye,’ said he;
‘Good-bye, my dear;’ it might be ne’er
Would he come back again to me.
“‘Good-bye, my love,’ I said aloud;
I kept my smile, I did not cry;
‘Good-bye, my own,’ and he was gone,
And who was left so lone as I!
“It was so long, so very long,
I kept myself so calm and still;