To — R. W.

1

Fare thee well thou pleasant place
And all that looks above the[e]
There Rebecca with her angel face
Sat on the grass to love me
I held her in my fond embrace
'Till the moonshine smiled above me

2

Blue violets bloomed 'neath arum leaves
The white-thorn spread to hide me
And catkins round the willow weaves
Where Rebecca sat beside me
Where spiders beaded lacework weaves
She wished good luck betide me

3

Fare thee well thou pleasant place
Where willows wave above thee
There Rebecca with her happy face
Sat on the grass to love me
I held her in my fond embrace
'Till the moonshine smiled above me.