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The coach is at the door at last; / The eager children, mounting fast / And kissing hands, in chorus sing: / Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
To house and garden, field and lawn, / The meadow-gates we swung upon, / To pump and stable, tree and swing, / Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
And fare you well for evermore, / O ladder at the hayloft door, / O hayloft where the cobwebs cling, / Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!
Crack goes the whip, and off we go; / The trees and houses smaller grow; / Last, round the woody turn we swing: / Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!