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I must away love, no longer tarry, |
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This roaring tempest |
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I have to cross |
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I must be guided without a stumble |
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Into the arms |
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I love the best. |
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And when he came up to his true-love's dwelling |
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He's knelt down gently upon the stone |
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And through the window he's whispered soft |
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Is my true-lover within at home? |
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She's raised her up from off her pillow |
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She's raised her up from off her bed |
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And through the window she's whispered soft |
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Who's that disturbeth my own night's rest? |
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Wake up, wake up, love, it's your own true-love |
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Wake up, wake up, love, and let me in. |
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Oh how the wind blows and how it rains, |
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Oh I am wet, love, unto the skin. |
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She's raised her up from off her pillow |
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She's raised her up and let him in. |
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They were locked in each other's arms |
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Until the long night was past and o'er. |
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And when the long night was passed and o'er |
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Oh when the dawn clouds the did divide. |
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He's leaned down gently and kissed her soft. |
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He's saddled up and away did ride. |
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He mounted up on his horse and away did ride. |
