The Little Turtle Dove

O can't you see yon little turtle dove

Sitting under the mulberry tree?

See how that she doth mourn for her true love:

And I shall mourn for thee, my dear,

And I shall mourn for thee.

O fare thee well, my little turtle dove,

And fare thee well for a while:

But though I go l'll surely come again

lf I go ten thousand mile, my dear,

lf I go ten thousand mile.

Ten thousand mile is very far away,

For you to return to me.

You leave me here to lament, and well-a-day!

My tears you will not see, my love,

My tears you will not see.

The crow that's black, my little turtle dove,

Shall change its colour white;

Before I'm false to the maiden that I love,

The noon-day shall be night, my dear,

The noon-day shall be night.