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THE TURTLE DOVE, Farewell my own true love, and fare yon well for a while, But I will be sure to return back again, if I go ten thousand miles. Ten thousand miles ’tis a long way, When you are from me gone, You will leave me here to lament and cry – but you never can hear me mourn. To hear you mourn love I cannot bear, nor cure you of your disease ; But I will be sure to return back again, when all your friends are pleas’d. Supposing your friends they never will be pleas’d, they are growing so losty and high ; But I never will prove false to the girl tha till the stars fall from the sky (I love Supposing the stars never fall from the sky and the rocks never melt with the sun ; Yet I never will prove false to the girl that till all these things be done. (I love Supposing these things should never be done while you and I do live ; (I love Yet I never will prove false to the girl that till we both go to one grave. O dont you see yon little turtle dove, that fits on yonder tree, Making its lament for its own true love, and so will I for thee.