Fare you 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
Though I roam ten thousand miles
So fare thou art, my bonnie lass
So deep in love as I
But I never will prove false to the bonnie lass I love
'til the stars fall from the sky, my dear
Till the stars fall from the sky
The sea will never run dry, my dear
Nor the rocks never 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
O' yonder doth sit that little turtle dove
He doth sit on yonder high tree
Making a moan for the loss of his love
As I will do for thee, my dear
As I will do for thee