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  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.