fill: | . . . | ----------|---- ----------|-1-- --2---0-0-|-0-- --3---2-0-|-2-- ----------|-3-- ----------|---- Oh it's fare thee well my darlin' true, I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn. I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico Or maybe the coast of Californ. So it's fare thee well my own true love, We'll meet another day, another time. It ain't the leavin' That's a-grievin' me But my true love who's bound to stay behind.