| True my love, but cold the wind
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| That howls against the cabin door
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| Sweet the night, but cruel the day
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| That comes to take my love away
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| The fire-light now flickering down
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| Across the room, the sickle moon
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| Casting slim and faint reprieve
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| Upon my love, still fast asleep
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| Darkness, darkness bind him to me
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| Hide him in your velvet cloak
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| Come the dawn he’ll rise and go
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| A-marching to Fenario
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| Brave my love, but false the King
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| False his wars, and false his dawn
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| Damn the gray that gains the sky
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| Damn the sun, the King’s cold eye
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| Darkness, darkness bind him to me
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| Hide him in your velvet cloak
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| Come the dawn he’ll rise and go
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| A-marching to Fenario
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| Stay, O sweet, and do not rise
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| The light that shines comes from thine eyes
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| The day breaks not, it is my heart
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| Because that you and I must part
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| Darkness, darkness bind him to me
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| Hide him in your velvet cloak
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| Come the dawn he’ll rise and go
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| A-marching to Fenario |