The coach is at the door at last; The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing: Goodbye, goodbye, to everything!
To house and garden, field and lawn, The meadow-gates we swang upon, To pump and stable, tree and swing, Goodbye, goodbye, to everything!
And fare you well forevermore,
- O ladder at the hayloft door,
- O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,
Goodbye, goodbye, to everything!
Crack goes the whip, and off we go;
The trees and houses smaller grow;
Last, round the woody turn we swing:
Goodbye, goodbye, to everything!