Fare thee well
My own [bad word] love
Farewell for a while
I'm going away
But I'll be back
Though I go 10,000 miles

10,000 miles
My own [bad word] 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 [bad word] love
As I shall weep for mine

 [bad word] ye back
My own [bad word] love
And stay a while with me
If I had a friend
All on this earth
You've been a friend to me