Go from My Window

Go from my window, my love, my love
Go from my window, my dear
Oh, the wind is blowing high
And the ship is lying by
And you cannot get a harboring here

Go from my window, my love, my love
Go from my window, my dear
Oh, the wind is in the west
And the cockle's in his nest
So you cannot get a harboring here

Go from my window, my love, my love
Go from my window, my dear
Oh, the wind and the rain
Have brought you back again
But you cannot get a harboring here

Go from my window, my love, my love
Go from my window, my dear
Oh, the devil's in the man
And he will not understand
That he cannot get a harboring here