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The True Lover's Farewell
2 If I prove false to you, my love, The earth may melt and burn,
The sea may free2e and the earth may burn, If I no more return.
3 Ten thousand miles, my own true love, Ten thousand miles or more;
The rocks may melt and the sea may burn, If I never no more return.
4 And who will shoe your pretty little feet, Or who will glove your hand,
Or who will kiss your red rosy cheek When I'm in the foreign land ?
5 My father will shoe my pretty little feet, My mother will glove my hand,
And you can kiss my red rosy cheek When you return again.
6 O don't you see yon little turtle dove, A-skipping from vine to vine, A-mourning the loss of its own true love Just as I mourn for mine?
7 Don't you see yon pretty little girl A-spinning on yonder wheel ?
Ten thousand gay, gold guineas would 1 give To feel just like she feels.