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I must away now, I can no longer tarry |
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This morning's tempest, I have to cross |
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I must be guided without a stumble |
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Into the arms, I love the most |
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And when he came to his true love's dwelling |
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He knelt down gently upon a stone |
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And through her window, he whispered lowly |
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Is my true lover within, at home? |
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Wake up, wake up, love, it is thine own true lover |
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Wake up, wake up, love, and let me in |
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For I am tired, love, and oh, so weary |
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And more than near, drenched to the skin |
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She raised her up on her down soft pillow |
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She raised her up and she let him in |
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And they were locked in each other's arms |
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Until, that long night was past and gone |
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And when that long night was past and over |
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And when the small clouds began to grow |
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He's taken her hand and they kissed and parted |
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And he saddled and mounted, and away he did go |
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I must away now, I can no longer tarry |
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This morning's tempest, I have to cross |
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I must be guided without a stumble |
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Into the arms I love the most |
