Ten Thousand Miles



O fare you well, my own true love,

So fare you well for a while

I'm going away, but I'm coming back

If I go ten thousand miles



If I prove false to you, my love

The earth may melt and burn

The sea may freeze and the earth may burn

If I no more return



Ten thousand miles, my own true love

Ten thousand miles or more

The rocks may melt and the seas may burn

If I no more return



And who will shoe your pretty feet

Or who will glove your hand

Or who will kiss your red rosy cheek

When I'm in the foreign land



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



O don't you see yon little turtle dove

A-skipping from vine to vine

A-mourning the loss of her own true love

Just as I mourn for mine



Don't you see yon pretty little girl

A-spinning on yonder wheel

Ten thousand gay gold guineas would I give

To feel just like she feels



@love @parting

see also STRMOCAN, TURTLDOV, TURTDOV2

from Sharp English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians

collected from Rosie Hensley in Carmen NC in 1916

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