So, we'll go no more a rovingSo late into the night,Though the heart be still as loving,And the moon be still as bright. So, We'll Go No More A-Roving (1817)
For the sword outwears its sheath,And the soul wears out the breast,And the heart must pause to breathe,And love itself have rest. So, We'll Go No More A-Roving (1817)
Though the night was made for loving,And the day returns too soon,Yet we'll go no more a rovingBy the light of the moon. So, We'll Go No More A-Roving (1817)