farewell to the farm

　　by robert louis stevenson

　　the coach is at the door at last;

　　the eager children, mounting fast

　　and 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 sing:

　　good-bye, good-bye, to everything!