Goodbye my Fancy! Farewell dear mate, dear love! Iâm going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, So Goodbye my Fancy.
Now for my lastâ âlet me look back a moment; The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me, Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping.
Long have we lived, joyâd, caressâd together; Delightful!â ânow separationâ âGoodbye my Fancy.