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Fare you well, fare you well... |
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Fare you well, my dear, I must be gone, |
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And leave you for a while; |
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If I roam away I'll come back again, |
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Though I roam ten thousand miles, my dear, |
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Though I roam ten thousand miles. |
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So fair thou art, my bonny lass, |
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So deep in love am I; |
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But I never will prove false to the bonny lass I love, |
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Till the stars fall from the sky, my dear, |
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Till the stars fall from the sky. |
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The sea will never run dry, my dear, |
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Nor the rocks melt with the sun, |
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But I never will prove false to the bonny lass I love, |
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Till all these things be done, my dear, |
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Till all these things be done. |
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O yonder doth sit that little turtle dove, |
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He doth sit on yonder high tree, |
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A-making a moan for the loss of his love, |
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As I will do for thee, my dear, |
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As I will do for thee. |
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Fare you well, fare you well, fare you well... |
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Fare well, fare you well, my dear, fare you well... |
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Arrangement: Philip Lawson |
