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THE FALSE TRUE-LOVER I am going away, my own true love, To tarry for a while, Though I'm coming back, my own true love, It may be ten thousand miles. Ten thousand miles, my own true love, To Scotland, France and Spain; I never will be satisfied Until I see your face again. I'll plant me a red and rosy bush And a weeping willow tree, And that will prove to this wide world around That you have forsaken me. If I forsake you, my own true love, The regions they will burn, The fire will freeze like ice, my love, And the sun will refuse to shine. Oh, who will shoe my pretty little feet, And who will glove my hand, And who will kiss my red and rosy cheeks, While you're in the distant land? Your father will shoe your pretty little feet, Your mother will glove your hand, And I will kiss your red and rosy cheeks When I return from the distant land. Oh, don't you see that pretty little girl Spinning on yonder wheel? Ten thousand worlds like this would I give To feel as she does feel. Oh, don't you see that lonesome turtle dove Sitting on yonder vine. Lamenting over its own true love As I do lament o'er mine? I wish to the Lord I had never been born, Or died when I was young, Than to be left in this wilderness of woe, My love, while you are gone. Oh, hush up, darling, don't break my heart, For I hate to hear you cry. Ten thousand true lovers has parted in this world, And why not you and I? (Belden, Coll. 1906, Missouri) Secured by G. W. Ridgway in 1906 from Mattie White of Rucker, Boone Co., Missouri. A duet version. Contains elements of Child 46, "The Lass of Roch Royal." Some verses or lines appear in songs about John Henry, and John Hardy, and other songs collected from African-Americans. filename[ TENTHMI2 QX Feb07 |
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