The Turtle Dove

Fare you 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

So fair thou art, my bonny lass

So deep in love am I

But I never will prove false to the bonny lass 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

Nor the rocks melt with the sun

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

Till all these things be done, my dear

Till all these things be done

O yonder doth sit that little turtle dove

He doth sit on yonder high tree

A-making a moan for the loss of his love

As I will do for thee, my dear

As I will do for thee

Fare you well

Fare you well, my dear