"I'm going away to leave you, love, I'm going away for awhile, But I'll return to you sometime, If I go ten thousand mile." Chorus: The storms are on the ocean, The heavens may cease to be, This world may lose its motion, love, If I prove false to thee. "O have you seen those mournful doves Flying from pine to pine, Mourning for their own true love, Just like I mourn for mine?" (Chorus) "O who will shoe your pretty little feet? And who will glove your hands? And who will kiss your rosy, red lips, When I'm in a far-off land?" "Papa will shoe my pretty little feet, And mama will glove my hands, And you can kiss my rosy, red lips, When you return again." (Chorus)