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Oh! leave me, leave me not behind,
But let me with thee go!
With thee I'll face the wintry wind,
The scorching heat, or flaky snow.
Oh! why from Rosaline depart?
Why break her fond and faithful heart?

Through the dark wood's wild mazes, love,
Thy footsteps I'll attend,
And ever to thee will I prove
A kind and tender friend.
Then let me, let me go with thee,
Nor break the heart that beats for thee!