| So No More We'll Go A-Roving |
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| So we’ll go no more a-roving |
| So late into the night, |
| Though the heart be still as loving, |
| And the moon be still as bright. |
| For the sword outwears it’s sheath, |
| And the soul outwears the breast, |
| And the heart must pause to breathe, |
| And love itself have rest. |
| Though the night was made for loving, |
| And the day returns too soon, |
| Yet we’ll go no more a-roving |
| By the light of the moon. |
