Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, Bid adieu to girlish days,
Happy Love is come to woo Thee and woo thy girlish ways—The zone that doth become thee fair,
The snood upon thy yellow hair,
When thou hast heard his name upon The bugles of the
Begin thou softly to unzone Thy girlish bosom unto
And softly to undo the
That is the sign of maidenhood.
