Words by Sir Walter Scott.
Dedicated to B. Charles Stephenson.
Published by Chappell & Co., 1866.
This morn is merry June I trow,
The rose is budding fain;
But she shall bloom in winter snow,
Ere we two meet again, ere we two meet again.
He turned his charger as he spoke
Upon the river shore -
He gave his bridle reins a shake,
Said "Adieu for evermore,
My love! My love!
Adieu for evermore.
Adieu for evermore my love -
Adieu for evermore."