He's gone away

He's gone away for to stay a little while

Farewell, fair thee well

But he's coming back if he goes ten thousand miles

But who will tie my shoes?

Your father will tie your shoes

And who will glove my hand?

Your mother will glove your hand

And who will kiss these ruby lips when he is gone?

And I will kiss those ruby lips when I come back

Look away, look away over Yandro.