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Blow, northerne wind Send thou me my sweting Hire lure lumes light Ase a launterne anight Hire blikieth so bright Fair he is and fine Swetly swire he hath to holde With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde Fingres faire to folde God wolde he were mine Blow, northerne wind Send thou me my sweting Swetly swire he hath to holde With armes, shuldre ase mon wolde Blow, northerne wind Send thou me my sweting Blow, blow Me my sweting Blow, northerne wind Send thou me my sweting Hire lure lumes light Ase a launterne anight