Come, Come Away Or Let Me Go; Must I Here Stay Because You're Slow, And Will Continue So; Troth, Lady, No. I Scorn To Be A Slave To State; And Since I'm Free, I Will Not Wait, Henceforth At Such A Rate, For Needy Fate. If You Desire My Spark Should Glow, The Peeping Fire You Must Blow; Or I Shall Quickly Grow To Frost, Or Snow.