As I walked out one winter's night
a -drinking of sweet wine
who stole this heart of mine
Oh farewell my own true love
For I must go but I'll be back
if I go ten thousand miles
But who will shoe my feet, my love?
And who will glove my hands?
And who will kiss my rosy cheeks
while you're in foreign lands?
Or your father will shoo your feet, my love,
and your mother will glove
Your sister will kiss your rosy cheeks
while I'm in foreign lands
But don't you see on Turtle Dove
She's weeping for her untrue love
Don't make me fall to cry
For the best of friends do have to part
Yes, the best of friends do have to part
I'm sure that's you and me
But the sun shall rise up in the west
If I never return to thee