| Oh, fare thee well, I must be gone
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| And leave you for a while.
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| If ever I go I will return
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| If I go ten thousand miles.
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| If I go
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| If I go
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| If I go ten thousand miles.
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| Ten thousand miles it is so far
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| To leave me here alone
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| While I may lie lament and cry
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| And you’ll not hear my moan.
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| And you
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| No, you
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| And you’ll not hear my moan.
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| The crow that is so black, my love,
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| Will change its colour white.
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| If I ever should prove false to thee
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| The day will turn to night.
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| Oh the day
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| Yes, the day
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| Oh the day will turn to night.
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| The rivers never will run dry
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| Or 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 these things be done.
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| Till all
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| Till all
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| Till all these things be done. |