| Oh fare thee well, I must be gone
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| And leave you for awhile
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| Wherever I go, I will return
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| If I go ten thousand miles
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| If I go, if I go, if I go ten thousand miles
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| Oh, ten thousand miles it is so far
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| To leave me here alone
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| Well, I may lie, lament and cry
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| And you’ll, you’ll not hear my mourn
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| And you’ll, no you’ll, and you’ll not hear my mourn
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| Oh, the crow that is so black, my love
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| Will change his color white
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| If ever I should prove false to thee
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| The day, day will turn to night
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| Yes, the day, oh the day, yes the day will turn to night
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| Oh, the rivers never will run dry
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| For the rocks melt with the sun
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| I’ll never prove false to the boy I love
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| Till all, all these things be done
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| Till all, till all, till all these things be done |