Wake up, wake up, ye drowsy sleeper!
O, wake, O, wake, for it’s almost day;
How can you lie and sleep and slumber,
When your true love is going away?

So I will go to some deep hollow,
I’ll spend my days, my months and years,
I’ll eat nothing but long green willow,
Drink salt all from my flowing tears.

Come back, come back, my own true lover,
Come back, come back, O come to me,
And I’ll forsake father and mother,
And I’ll cry, love, and follow thee.

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