Lass of Loch Royale (If I Prove False to Thee) - Kelly Joe Phelps

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