TURTLE DOVE



Oh don't you see that little turtle dove

In yonder mulberry tree?

He's mournin' for his own true love

As I shall mourn for thee, my love

As I shall mourn for thee.



So fare thee well, my own true love

And fare the well for a while.

For though I go I'll surely come again

Though it take ten thousand mile, my dear.

Though it take ten thousand mile.



Ten thousand miles is a very long time

For you to be gone from me.

For though you leave me here to lament

My tears you shall not see, my love.

My tears you shall not see.

The crow that's black, my little turtle dove,

Shall turn its color white

Ere I prove false to the maiden that I love

And the noon-day be as night, my love.

And the noon-day be as night.



The hills shall fly, my little turtle dove,

And the raging billows burn

Before my heart shall suffer me to fail

Or I a traitor turn, my love

Or I a traitor turn.



Folksing has something like this one.

@love @parting @birds

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