(Traditional)

Fare thee wellMy own true loveFarewell for a whileI'm going awayBut I'll be backThough I go 10, 000 miles

10, 000 milesMy own true love10, 000 miles or moreThe rocks may meltAnd the seas may burnIf I should not return

Oh don't you seeThat lonesome doveSitting on an ivy treeShe's weeping forHer own true loveAs I shall weep for mine

Oh come ye backMy own true loveAnd stay a while with meIf I had a friendAll on this earthYou've been a friend to me