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Turtle Dove

This song dates from the late 18th century.
This tune is from Dorset, England.
Also known as Mary Ann (ii) in America.
There is also a more comic version from American music-hall, Mary Ann (i)
dating from the 1850's.
MIDI


    It's fare you well, my own true love,
    It's fare you well a while,
    If I go away I will come again,
    If I go ten thousand miles, my dear,
         If I go ten thousand miles.

    Ten thousand miles, it is too far
    To leave me here alone.
    Here I may lie, lament and cry,
    You cannot hear me mourn, my dear,
         You cannot hear me mourn.

    To hear you mourn I cannot bear,
    Your pain I cannot ease,
    But if I go I will come again
    When all your friends are pleased, my dear,
         When all your friends are pleased.

    Suppose my friends should ne'er be pleased,
    And look with an angry eye ?
    Then I will love thee more and more,
    Till the stars fall from the sky, my dear,
         Till the stars fall from the sky.

    Till the stars fall from the sky, my dear,
    And the rocks melt with the sun,
    I'll never prove false to the girl I love,
    Till all those things be done, my dear,
         Till all those things be done.

    If those things never should come to pass,
    So long as we do live,
    I'll never prove false to the girl I love,
    Till we both go to one grave, my dear,
         Till we both go to one grave.

    O don't you see that turtle dove
    Sitting on yonder tree,
    Lamenting for her own true love
    As I lament for thee, my dear,
         As I lament for thee.

    I am like the turtle dove
    That flies from tree to tree,
    And as he waiteth for his mate
    So will I wait for thee, my dear,
         So will I wait for thee.

    When you see this remember me,
    And bear me in your mind,
    And be not like the weather cock
    That changes with the wind, my dear,
         That changes with the wind.

    The crow that is so black, my dear,
    Shall change his colour white,
    If ever I prove false to thee
    The day shall turn to night, my dear,
         The day shall turn to night.