Vale

Good-bye, sweet friend, good-bye,

And all the world must be

Between my friend and me;

And nothing is, dear heart,

But hands that meet to part;

Good-bye, sweet friend, good-bye.

Good-bye, sweet love, good-bye,

And one long grave must be

Between my love and me;

What comfort there, dear heart,

For hands that meet to part?

Good-bye, sweet love, good-bye.