Lass of Loch Royale (If I Prove False to Thee)

I’m going away to a far distant land
I’m going away for a while
But I’ll return to you my love
I’ll go ten thousand miles
The sun will dry up the ocean
Heavens will cease to be
The world will lose it’s motion
If I prove false to thee
Oh who’s gonna shoe your pretty little feet
Who’s gonna glove your hand
Who’s gonna kiss your sweet ruby lips
When I’m in a foreign land
Father will shoe my feet
Mother will glove my hand
You can kiss my sweet ruby lips
If you return again
Who’s gonna comb your long yellow hair
Who’s gonna pay your fee
Who’s gonna father those sweet little babes
While I’m on a raging sea
Mother will comb my hair
Father will pay my fee
There’ll be no sweet little babes
While you’re away from me
The sun will dry up the ocean
Heavens will cease to be
The world will lose it’s motion
If I prove false to thee
Night and wind go tell my sailor boy
I’ll still wait in the dell
I would long to feel his warm embrace
On this lass of Loch Royale
The sun will dry up the ocean
Heavens will cease to be
The world will lose it’s motion
If I prove false to thee