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 Thou hear’st the winter wind and weet. The star blinks thro’ the driving sleet; Tak pity on my weary feet, And shield me frae the rain, jo. O let me in, &c.

The bitter blast that round me blaws Unheeded howls, unheeded fa’s; The cauldness o’ thy heart’s the cause Of a’ my grief and pain, jo. O let me in, &c.

HER ANSWER.

na me of wind and rain, Upbraid na me wi’ cauld disdain! Gae back the gate ye cam again, I winna let you 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 wand’rer pours, Is nought to what poor she endures. That’s trusted faithless man, jo. I tell you now, &c.

The sweetest flower that deck’d the mead, Now trodden ilke the yileist wood;