Fare thee well my own true love Fare the well, my dear For the ship is waiting and the wind blows free And I am bound away to the sea, Marianne Had I got a flask of gin, Sugar here for two, And a big gold bowl to mix it in, I'd pour a drink for you, dear Marianne Yonder don't you see the dove Sitting in the sky? He's mourning the loss of his own true love As I do for you, my dear Marianne.