Go from my window, my love, my dove,
    Go from my window, my dear,
    For the wind is in the west and the cuckoo's in his nest,
    And you can't have a lodging here.

    Go from my window, my love, my dove,
    Go from my window, my dear,
    O the weather it is warm, it will never do thee harm,
    And you can't have a lodging 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,
    And you can't have a harbouring here.

    Go from my window, my love, my dove,
    Go from my window, my dear,
    The wind 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
    That he can't have a lodging here.