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I Pray Thee, Love, Let me in.
I
It rains, it hails, it snows, it blows,And I've got wet through all my clothes;
So, I pray thee, love, let me in.
II
What brings you here at dead of night?Go back, and come in broad daylight,
If you want me to let you in.
III
I cannot rest away, my dear;'Tis love of thee that brings me here;
So, I pray thee, now, let me in.
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IV
These doors are open all the day;In the morning, if you've aught to say,
Then, you may come freely in.
V
O'er moor and moss, without a light,I've wander'd all this stormy night;
So, I pray thee, love, let me in.
VI
The legs that brought you wand'ring here,May take you back again, my dear;
For, I don't mean to let you in.
VII
With wet and cold I'm nearly dead;My teeth are chattering in my head;
So, I pray thee, love, let me in.
VIII
Your teeth may chatter, and so may you,Till the rain has drenched you through and through;
But I don't mean to let you in.
IX
I fain would sit down by the fireAn hour or two; that's my desire;
So, I pray thee, love, let me in.
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X
Go home, my dear, and dry your clothes,And creep to bed with soft repose;
Your mother will let you in.
XI
The wind blows cold and the rain is dree;But the night's not half so cold as thee;
Farewell; for I can't get in.
XII
If thy heart is right, put up the banns,And let the parson join our hands;
And then, I will let thee in.
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