(Traditional). . Fare thee well. My own true love. Farewell for a while. I'm going away. But I'll be back. Though I go 10, 000 miles. . 10, 000 miles.
Twas in the merry month of May,. When the green buds were swellin'.. A young man on his deathbed lay. For the love of Barbara Allen.. . He sent his servant to the town,.
Fare you well, my own true love. Farewell for a while. I am going away but I'll be back. If I go ten thousand miles. . Ten thousand miles, my own true love.