Good-bye! Good-bye! the soft winds sigh,
When the rosy sun sinks low.
Good-bye! Good-bye! moans the roaring sea
As it tosses the foam from its brow.
So mortals sigh, so mortals moan,
Yet ever say Good-bye,
Yet ever say Good-bye.
Good-bye! Good-bye! the friends dear part,
And meet no more in court.
Good-bye! Good-bye! thou dear old realm,
Where paper battle are fought.
And mortals pass and mortals pass,
O, ever say Good-bye,
O, ever say Good-bye.
That sweet, sad word, that echoing knell,
Of my poor weary heart,
With tones so like a muffled toll,
"We part! We part! We part!"
So "aged" says, so "aged" says,
And ever moans Good-bye,
And ever moans Good-bye.
First published in The Australian Town and Country Journal, 15 July 1908
