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 turtlеdove
He swings on yonder vinе
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