Farewell to the Farm

The coach is at the door at last,

The eager children mounting fast

And kissing hands, in chorus sing;

"Good-by, Good-by to everything!"

To house and garden, field and lawn,

The meadow gates we swang upon,

To pump and stable, tree and swing,

"Good-by, Good-by to everything!"

And fare you well, forever more,

A ladder at the hayloft door,

O hayloft where the cobwebs cling,

"Good-by, Good-by to everything."

Crack goes the whip and off we go,

The trees and houses smaller grow,

Last, round the woody turn we swing,

"Good-by, Good-by, to everything."

—Robert Louis Stevenson.