| One night as I lay on my bed,
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| I dreamed about a pretty maid.
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| Love so oppressed,
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| I could take no rest;
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| Love did torment me so.
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| So away to my true love I did go
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| And when I came to my love’s window,
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| I boldly called her by her name,
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| For your sweet sake
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| I’m come here this late,
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| Through this bitter frost and snow,
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| So open your window, my love, do.
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| My mam and dad they are both awake,
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| And they are sure for to hear us speak.
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| There’ll be no excuse
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| Then but sore abuse,
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| Many a bitter word and blow.
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| So begone from my window, my love, do.
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| Your mam and dad they are both asleep,
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| And they are sure not to hear us speak,
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| They’re sleeping sound
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| On their bed of down,
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| And they draw they breath so low.
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| So open your window, my love, do.
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| My lover rose and she opened the door,
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| And just like an angel she stood on the floor.
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| Her eyes shone bright
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| Like the stars at night,
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| No diamonds could shine so.
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| So in with my true love I did go. |