Ten Thousand Miles O fare you well, my own true love, So fare you well for a while I'm going away, but I'm coming back If I go ten thousand miles If I prove false to you, my love The earth may melt and burn The sea may freeze and the earth may burn If I no more return Ten thousand miles, my own true love Ten thousand miles or more The rocks may melt and the seas may burn If I no more return And who will shoe your pretty feet Or who will glove your hand Or who will kiss your red rosy cheek When I'm in the foreign land My father will shoe my pretty little feet My mother will glove my hand And you can kiss my red, rosy cheek When you return again O don't you see yon little turtle dove A-skipping from vine to vine A-mourning the loss of her own true love Just as I mourn for mine Don't you see yon pretty little girl A-spinning on yonder wheel Ten thousand gay gold guineas would I give To feel just like she feels @love @parting see also STRMOCAN, TURTLDOV, TURTDOV2 from Sharp English Folk Songs from the Southern Appalachians collected from Rosie Hensley in Carmen NC in 1916 filename[ TENTHMIL SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===