The Hick's Farewell
(Traditional; arr. Mae McKenna)
My brother preacher fare you well
Your fellowship I love
In time no more I shall you see
But soon we'll meet above
My little children near my heart
And nature seems to bind
It grieves me sorely to depart
And leave them all behind
My loving wife don't grieve for me
Neither lament or mourn
For I shall with my Jesus be
When you are left alone
My loving wife my bosom friend
The object of my love
The time's been sweet I've spent with you
You sweet and harmless dove
Now oft times you have looked for me
And oft times seen me come
But now I must depart from thee
And never more return
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