At dawn the old bye-workman climbed out of the pit, his lamp sputtering and his hands black with coal.

We wandered down the narrow bye-streets until we stumbled upon an old bookshop.

We took a shortcut down a narrow bye-street to dodge the rush-hour crowds.

She cut through the narrow bye-lane to avoid the crowded market.

She waved from the platform and shouted, 'cheery-bye!' as the train pulled away.

As she stepped onto the platform, she waved and shouted, "cheerie-bye!" to her friends.

Her brief good-bye at the station caught everyone off guard.

She waved and yelled "good-bye" as the train pulled away.

As the train pulled away, she waved and shouted, 'buh-bye!'

In the old village, the bye-blows were shunned by polite society.