XIBid adieu, adieu, adieu,Bid adieu to girlish days,Happy Love is come to wooThee and woo thy girlish ways—The zone that doth become thee fair,The snood upon thy yellow hair,When thou hast heard his name uponThe bugles of the cherubimBegin thou softly to unzoneThy girlish bosom unto himAnd softly to undo the snoodThat is the sign of maidenhood.
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,Bid adieu to girlish days,Happy Love is come to wooThee and woo thy girlish ways—The zone that doth become thee fair,The snood upon thy yellow hair,When thou hast heard his name uponThe bugles of the cherubimBegin thou softly to unzoneThy girlish bosom unto himAnd softly to undo the snoodThat is the sign of maidenhood.