"So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return."

"Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean, Where heartsome wi' thee I hae mony day been: For Lochaber no more, Loch…"

"Fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort!"

"Sweets to the sweet; farewell!"

"Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and…"

"Here's my hand. And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewell, Till half an hour hence."

"Then westward ho! Grace and good disposition Attend your ladyship!"

"Though I often salute you, you never salute me first; I shall therefore, Pontilianus, salute you with an eternal fare…"

"Farewell, happy fields, Where joy forever dwells; hail, horrors!"

"Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'."