The Turtle Dove

Turtle Dove turtle dove

Oh my little turtle dove

The mournful song you sing reminds my heart

Of that pretty pretty girl

Who worn my little silver ring

Who worn my little silver ring

I'll plant me a red and rosey bush

I'll plant me a weep willow tree

To prove to all who come this way

That she has foresaken me

That she has foresaken me

When I was young and I was gay

I loved her long and well

But the sorrow all this loving brought

No human tongue can bare

No human tongue can bare

Oh see yon lonesome little turtledove

He swings on yonder vine

Lamenting for his own true love

As I do mourn for mine

As I do mourn for mine

Oh hush lest you break my heart

For no more will I cry

Ten thousand loves have parted

Then why not you and I

Then why not you and I