He's gone away for to stay a little while 
  Farewell, fair thee well
But he's coming back if he goes ten thousand miles
But who will tie my shoes? 
  Your father will tie your shoes
And who will glove my hand?
  Your mother will glove your hand
And who will kiss these ruby lips when he is gone?
And I will kiss those ruby lips when I come back
  Look away, look away over Yandro.