The true lover's farewell

"O don't you see the little turtle-dove,

That's sitting on yonder tree,

And making moan for its own true love,

As I shall do for thee, my dear,

As I shall do for thee?"

"O fare you well, my own true love,

O fare you well for a while;

And I will surely return back again,

If I go ten thousand a-mile, my dear,

If I go ten thousand a-mile."

"Shall the stars fall from the skies, my dear,

Or the rocks melt with the sun?

I will never be false to the girl of my heart,

Till all these things be done, my dear,

Till all these things be done."