| I must away now, I cannot tarry
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| This morning’s tempest I have to cross
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| I must be guided without a stumble
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| Into the arms that I love the most
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| For I’m a rover, seldom sober
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| I’m a rover of high degree
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| It’s when I’m drinking I’m always thinking
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| How to gain my love’s company
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| And when he came to his true love’s dwelling
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| He knelt down gently upon a stone
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| And through the window he whispered slowly
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| «Is my true lover within at home?»
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| For I’m a rover, seldom sober
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| I’m a rover of high degree
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| It’s when I’m drinking I’m always thinking
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| How to gain my love’s company
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| Wake up, wake up, love
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| 'Tis your own true lover
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| Wake up, wake up, love and let me in
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| For I am wet, love and I am weary
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| For I am wet, love unto my skin
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| She raised her up with the greatest of pleasure
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| She raised her up and she let him in
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| And they were locked in eachother’s arms, dear
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| 'Til the long night was passed and gone
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| For I’m a rover, seldom sober
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| I’m a rover of high degree
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| It’s when I’m drinking I’m always thinking
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| How to gain my love’s company
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| And when the long night was passed and gone
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| And when the small clouds began to go
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| He’s ta’en her hand, aye, they kissed and parted
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| He saddled and mounted and away did go
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| For I’m a rover, seldom sober
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| I’m a rover of high degree
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| It’s when I’m drinking I’m always thinking
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| How to gain my love’s company |