Poems with rhymes of bye

With his shiny big belly half blocking the sky.
But what in the--Heavens can you do with six-pounders?
So we fired what we had and we bade him good-bye.

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky

And now I must bid you good-bye!
I've filled you with laughter, I've thrilled you with song,
And sometimes I've wished I could cry.

And humming hive-bees homeward hurry bye:
They feel the change; so let us shun the grain,
And take the broad road while our feet are dry.

My Doll won't mind, an' I ist cry,
W'y, nen my Ma she sob an' sigh,
An' say, 'Dear _Good_ little girl, good-bye!--

And frighten'd eye,
Upon your journey of so many days
Without a single kiss, or a good-bye?

And oh, man, here's good-bye;
We'll sweat no more on scythe and rake,
My bloody hands and I.

We met - yes, he and I -
Who had not faced in camp or hall
Since we bade home good-bye,

And scorn was ever standing bye;
Accusers by their conscience chid,
When proof was sought, made no reply.

Never to bid good-bye
Or lip me the softest call,
Or utter a wish for a word, while I

Yet, where he’s not so rich as I,
I pay my club, and so good-bye.

And hops along and heeds with careless eye
The passing crowded stage coach reeling bye.

Alas! I had to leave without good-bye,
And lived in sooty cities for ayear.
Oh, how my heart ached for that happy sky!

No, pasture molehills used to lie
And talk to me of sunny days,
And then the glad sheep resting bye<

Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead,
But I.

"I've brought you gold - a hundred fold I'll bring you bye and bye;
But oh I want you, want you bad; I want you till I die.

But that ends it, Mr Lawson, and it's time to say good-bye,
So we must agree to differ in all friendship, you and I.

Hold them, IVAN! staggering bravely underneath your gloomy sky;
Hold them, IVAN! we shall want you pretty badly by-and-bye!

'Twill be sweeter, meeker music by-and-bye:
For 'tis evident that Joseph is a-mellowing,
He's a-mellowing as time goes by.

For we tacitly postponed the sacking-point till by-and bye,
And we tacitly said nothing save the one word, “rabbit pie!”