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O tell na me of wind and rain,

Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,

Gae back the gate ye cam again,

I winna let yen in, jo.

I tell you now this ae night.

This ae, ae, ae night;

And ance for a' this ae night,

I winna let you in jo.

The snellest blast at mirkest hours,

That round the pathless wanderer pours,

Is nought to what poor she endures,

Who's trusted faithless man, jo.

I tell you now, &c.

The sweetest flower that decked the mead,

Now trodden like the vilest weed,

Let simple maid the lesson read,

The weird may be her ain jo,

I tell you now, &c.

The bird that charmed his simmer day.

Is now the cruel ewer's prey;

Let witless, trusting, woman say,

How aft her fate's the same, jo.

I tell you now &c.