When you go away, my friend
When you say your last good-bye
Then the summer time will end
And the winter will be nigh
Though the green grass locks (??) the heather
And the birds sing all the day
There will be no summer weather
After you have gone away
You shall feel a moment's sorrow
I shall feel a lasting grief
You forgetting on the morrows
I to mourn with no relief.
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