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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 love
Though I roam ten thousand miles
The sea will never run dry, my dear
Nor the rocks melt with 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 does sit the little turtle dove
He does sit on yonder high tree
And I'll make it a mound for the loss of his love
As I will make for thee, my dear
As I will make for thee
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