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her answer

o tell na me o' wind an' 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 ye in, jo.

the snellest blast, at mirkest hours,

that round the pathless wand'rer 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 weird may be her ain, jo.

i tell you now, &c.

the bird that charm'd his summer day,

is now the cruel fowler's prey;

let witless, trusting, woman say

how aft her fate's the same, jo!

i tell you now, &c.