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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 @bird filename[ TUTRLDOV EL |
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