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GFare thee well,
My Cown true Glove.
Farewell for a while,
I'm Emgoing aDway.
But CI'll be Gback,
Though I Emgo ten Cthousand miles.
The rest of the song is the same:
10,000 miles
My own true love
10,000 miles or more
The rocks may melt
And the seas may burn
If I should not return
Oh don't you see
That lonesome dove
Sitting on an ivy tree
She's weeping for
Her own true love
As I shall weep for mine
Oh come ye back
My own true love
And stay a while with me
If I had a friend
All on this earth
You've been a friend to me