Farewell, farewell to you who would hear   You lonely travellers all   The cold north winds will blow again   The winding road does call.      And will you never return to see   Your bruised and beaten sons   O I would, I would if welcome I were   For they loathe me every one.      And will you never cut the cloth   Nor drink the light to be   And can you never swear a year   To anyone but he.      No I will never cut the cloth   Nor drink the light to be   But I'll swear a year to he who lies   Asleep alongside of me.      Repeat first verse