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Fare thee well, my dearest dear
Fare thee well, adieu
For I must go to sea
For the sake of you
Love have a patient heart
For you must bear the smart
Since you and I must part
My turtle dove
You'll have silver and bright gold
Houses and land
What more can you desire
Love don't complain
And jewels to your hand
And maids at your command
But you must think of me
When I am gone
Your gold I'll count as dust
When that you have fled
Your absence proves me lost
And strikes me dead
And when you are gone
Your servants I'll have none
I'd rather live alone
Than in company
And so nimbly then she dressed
All in man's attire
For to go to sea
Was her heart's desire
She cut her lovely hair
And no mistrust was there
That she a maiden were
All at the time
To Venice we were bound
With our hearts content
No fear of ship being wrecked
Away we went
From London but one day
Our ship was cast away
Which caused our lives to lay
In discontent
Our ship was cast away
Misfortune it did frown
For I did swim to shore
But she was drowned
Now she lies in the deep
In everlasting sleep
Which causes me to weep
For evermore
Written by: Traditional
