Turtle dove

English

O can't you see yon little turtle dove,
Sitting under the mulberry tree?
See how that she doth mourn for her true love,
As I shall mourn for thee, my dear,
As I shall mourn for thee.

O fare thee well, my little turtle dove,
And fare thee well for a while,
For though I go l'll surely come again,
lf I go ten thousand mile, my dear,
lf I go ten thousand mile.

Ten thousand mile is very far away,
For you to return to me.
You leave me here to lament, and well-a-day!
My tears you will not see, my dear,
My tears you will not see.

The crow that's black, my little turtle dove,
Shall change its colour white,
Before I'm false to the one that I love,
The noon-day shall be night, my dear,
The noon-day shall be night.