| I must away love, no longer tarry
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| This roaring 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 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
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| He’s mounted up on his horse and away did ride |