Who’s that knocking at my window, Knocks so loud and won’t come in It is your own true-hearted lover, Oh, rise you up, and let him in 
Go ’way, go ’way, don’t wake my mother, For love’s a thing she can’t endure She’s been the ruin of many a lover, She’ll be the ruin of many more 
I’ve come to whisper in your ear, love, Do you think it any harm I’ve come to win you of your mother, Pray trust yourself in your darling’s arms 
Go way, go way, don’t wake my father, For he is on his bed of rest And on his breast he carries a weapon, To kill the one that I love best 
I wish I was some little sparrow, I’d circle like a turtle dove I’d fly away to a lonely valley, And settle down in the land of love 
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