| I must away now, I can no longer 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 I love the most
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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 her window, he’s whispered lowly
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| Is my true lover within at home
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| Wake up, wake up, love, it is thine own true lover
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| Wake up, wake up, love, and let me in
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| For I am tired, love, and oh so weary
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| And more than near drenched to the skin
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| She’s raised her up, her down soft pillow
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| She’s raised her up, and she’s let him in
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| And they were locked in, each other’s arms
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| Until that long night was past and gone
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| And when that long night was past and over
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| And when the small clouds began to grow
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| He’s taken her hand and they kissed and parted
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| Then he saddled and mounted, and away did go
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| I must away now, I can no longer 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 I love the most |