Go From My Window
Traditional English song

Go from my window my love, my dove
Go from my window my dear
The wind is in the West
And the Cookoo’s in his nest
And you can’t have a harbouring here.

Go from my window my love, my dove
Go from my window my dear
The weather it is warm, ‘twill never do thee harm
But you can’t have a harbouring here.

Go from my window my love, my dove
Go from my window my dear
The wind is blowing high and the ship is lying by
You can’t have a harbouring here

Go from my window my love, my dove
Go from my window my dear
The window and the rain have brought him back again
But he can’t have a harbouring here

Go from my window my love, my dove
Go from my window my dear
The devil’s in the man that he will not understand
He can’t have a harbouring here