Classic Poem

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.

Chorus

O let me in this ae night,
This ae, ae, ae, night;
For pity's sake this ae night
O rise and let me in, jo.
Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet,
Nae star blinks thro' the driving sleet;
Take 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 pine, jo. —
O let me in &c.

Her Answer

O tell na me o' wind and rain,
Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,
Gae back the gate ye cam again,
I winna let ye in, jo. —

Chorus

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 nocht 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 like the vilest weed —
Let simple maid the lesson read,
The wierd may be her ain, jo. —
I tell you now &c.

The bird that charm'd his summer day,
And now the cruel Fowler's prey,
Let that to witless woman say
The gratefu' heart o' man jo. —
I tell you now &c.