Sweetheart, she looked from her window down : Good-bye 
And if ill fate such  must bring, 
Then reach me hither your golden ring ! 
Good-bye ! Good-'bye ! Good-bye I 
Ah, parting  so bitterly ! 

* And it is Death that parts us so : Good-bye ! 
Many a rose-red maiden must go : Good-bye ! 
He sunders many a man from wife : 
They knew how happy a  was life. 
Good-bye ! Good-bye ! Good-bye ! 
Ah, parting  so bitterly! 

1 He steals the infant out of its bed : Good bye ! 
And when shall I see my nut brown maid ? Good-bye! 
It is not to-morrow : ah, were it to-day ! 
There are two that I k'-ow that would be gay ! 
Good-bye ! Good-bye ! Good-bye ! 
Ah, parting  so bitterly ! * " 

" What does it mean ?" asked the boy. 
" I think it means," said Coquette, looking away over 
the moor, " that everybody in the world is miserable." 
" And are you miserable, too ? " he asked. 
" Not more than others, I suppose," said Coquette. 



CHAPTER XLVIII. 

COQUETTE