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The True Lover's Farewell |
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2 Come back, come back, my own true love, And stay awhile with me,
For if ever I had a friend on this earth, You have been a friend to me.
3 Hush up, hush up, my own true love, For I hate to hear you cry ;
For the best of friends on earth must part, And so must you and I.
4 Don't you see that lonesome dove A-flitting from pine to pine ?
She's mourning for her own true love Just like I mourn for mine.
5 O don't you see the crow fly high ? She turns both black and white.
If ever I prove false to you, Bright day shall turn to night.
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