Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
  You lonely travellers all
  The cold north wind will blow again
  The winding road does call
  
  And will you never return to see
  Your bruised and beaten sons?
  "Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were
  For they love me, every one"
  
  And will you never cut the cloth
  Or drink the light to be?
  And can you never swear a year
  To anyone of we?
  
  "No, I will never cut the cloth
  Or drink the light to be
  But I'll swear a year to one who lies
  Asleep along side of me"
  
  Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
  You lonely travellers all
  The cold north wind will blow again
  The winding road does call