[1] I'm going [4] away to [1] leave you love
I'm going [5] away for a [1] while
But I'll [4] return to [1] you sometime
If I go ten [5] thousand [1] miles

The [4] storms are on the [1] ocean
The heavens may [5] cease to [1] be
This [4] world may lose it's [1] motion love
If I prove [5] false to [1] thee

Oh who will dress your pretty little feet
And who will glove your hand
Oh who will kiss your rosy red cheeks
When I'm in the far off land

Papa will dress my pretty little feet
And Mama will glove my hand
And you can kiss my rosy red cheeks
When you return again

Have you seen those mournful doves
Flying from pine to pine
A-mournin' for their own true love
Just like I mourn for mine

I'll never go back from the ocean love
I'll never go back on sea
I'll never go back for the blue-eyed girl
'Til she goes back for me