As I rode out last winter's night
A-drinking sweet wine
Conversin' with that pretty little girl
Who stole this heart of mine
So fare you well, my own true love
Fare you well for a while
I'm goin' away, but I'm comin' back
If I go ten thousand miles
She is like some pink or rose
That blooms in the month of June
Or like some musical instrument
Just lately put in tune
So fare you well, my own true love
Fare you well for a while
I'm goin' away, but I'm comin' back
If I go ten thousand miles
Oh, who will shoe your feet, my love
And who will glove your hands
And who will kiss your red, rosy cheeks
While I'm gone to the foreign land
So fare you well, my own true love
Fare you well for a while
I'm goin' away, but I'm comin' back
If I go ten thousand miles
My father will shoe my feet, my love
My mother will glove my hand
And you may kiss my red, rosy cheeks
When you come home from the foreign land
So fare you well, my own true love
Fare you well for a while
I'm goin' away, but I'm comin' back
If I go ten thousand miles
Oh, don't you see that lonesome dove
A-flyin' from vine to vine
A-mournin' for the loss of her mate
And why not me for mine
So fare you well, my own true love
Fare you well for a while
I'm goin' away, but I'm comin' back
If I go ten thousand miles
Ten thousand miles away my love
You know that never can be
For the partin' of our own true love
Would be the death of me
So fare you well, my own true love
Fare you well for a while
I'm goin' away, but I'm comin' back
If I go ten thousand miles