Farewell my love, a long farewell, farewell for a while
For if I go, I'll come again, if I go ten thousand miles
Ten thousand miles I'll go my love, to England France and Spain
But this poor heart won't be at ease till I see your face again
Who will shoe your pretty little foot, and who will glove your hand
And who will kiss your ruby lips till I return again
Papa will shoe my pretty little foot, and Mama will glove my hand
And you will kiss my ruby lips when you return again
The blackest crow that ever did fly will surely turn to white
And if my love proves false to you bright day will turn to night
Peaches in the Summertime and apples in the Fall
If I can't have the one I love I'll have no one at all
Don't you see the lonesome dove fly from pine to pine
She's mournin' for her own true love, just like I mourn for mine
Like I mourn for mine love, like I mourn for mine