Fare you well my dear, I must be gone and leave you for a while. If I roam away I'll come back again, tho' I roam ten thousand miles, my dear, tho' I roam ten thousand miles.
So fair thou art, my bonny lad, so deep in love am I, but I never will prove false to the bonny 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 ear, nor the rocks ever melt with the sun, but I never will prove false to the bonny lad I love, till the stars fall from the sky my dear, till the stars fall from the sky.
O yonder sits that little turtle dove. He doth sit on yonder high tree. A making a