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O, lassie, art thou sleeping yet,

Or art thou wakin‘ I would wit;

For love has bound me hand and foot,

And I would fain be in, jo.

O let me in this ae night,

This ae, ae ae, night,

For pity‘s sake, this ae night,

O wad ye let me in jo.

Out o’er the moss, out o’er the muir,

I came this dark and dreary hour:

And here l stand without the door,

Amid the pouring storm, jo.

O let me, &e.

Thou hear’st the winter wind and weet,

Nae star blinks through the driving sleet,

Tak pity on my weary feet,

And shield me frae the rain, jo.

O let me, &c.

The bitter blast that round me blaws,

Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's:

The cauldness o’ thy heart’s the cause

Of as my grief and pain, jo.

O let me, &c.