Fare thee well, my dear
I must be gone
And leave for awhile
If I roam away I'll come back again
Though I roam ten thousand miles
My love
Though I roam ten thousand miles

The sea will never run dry, my dear
Nor the rocks melt with the sun
But I never will prove false to the Bonnie lass I love
Till all these things all be done, my dear
Till all these things all be done

Oh, yonder doth sit
The little turtle dovе
He doth sit on yonder high tree
And I'll make it amount
For thе loss of his love
As I will make for thee, my dear
As I will make for thee

Fare thee well, my dear
I must be gone
And leave you for awhile
If I roam away I'll come back again
Though I roam ten thousand miles, my dear
Though I roam ten thousand miles