| Go from my window, my love, my dove
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| Go from my window, my dear
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| For the wind is in the West and the cuckoo’s in his nest
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| And you can’t have a lodging here
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| Go from my window, my love, my dove
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| Go from my window, my dear
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| Oh, the weather it is warm, it will never do thee harm
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| And you can’t have a lodging here
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| Go from my window, my love, my dove
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| Go from my window, my dear
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| For the wind is blowing high and the ship is lying by
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| And you can’t have a harbouring here
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| Go from my window, my love, my dove
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| Go from my window, my dear
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| The wind and the rain have brought him back again
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| But he can’t have a harbouring here
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| Go from my window, my love, my dove
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| Go from my window, my dear
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| Oh, the devil’s in the man that he will not understand
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| He can’t have a harbouring here |