The Turtledove

Fare thee well, my dear, I must be gone

And leave you for a while

If I roam away, I'll come back again

Though I roam ten thousand miles, my dear

Though I roam ten thousand miles

Ten thousand mile it is a long way

To leave me here alone,

To leave me here to sigh and complain

Where you never will hear my moans, my dear,

Where you never will hear my moans.

Your moans, my dear, I shall never hear,

No likewise none of your crying.

If I go away, I'll come back again

When from your friends you're free, my dear,

When from your friends you're free.

Oh, these of my friends, they never should have been

They were growing so lofty and high

But I never will prove false to the bonnie lad I love

Till the stars fall from the sky, my dear

Till the stars fall from the sky

The sea will never run dry my dear

And the rocks never melt in the sun

But I never will prove false to the bonnie lass I love

Till all these things be done, my dear

Till all these things be done.

Oh yonder sits that little turtledove

He doth sit on yonder high tree

A-making a moan for the loss of his love

As I shall do for thee, my dear

As I shall do for thee

Fare thee well, my dear

Fare thee well, my dear

Fare well