It was like the parting of the seas.

Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe? Shall I bid her goe and spare not? Oh no, no, no, I dare not.

Such parting break the heart they fondly hope to heal.

Say good-bye er howdy-do-- What's the odds betwixt the two? Comin'--goin'--every day-- Best friends first to go away-- Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold Than their weight in solid gold, Slips their grip while greetin' you,-- Say good-bye er howdy-do?

In every parting there is an image of death.

Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home.