Oh open the door, Lord Gregory
THE LASS OF ROCH ROYAL—I
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Johnson's Museum, I, 5, No 5, 1787.
1
‘Oh open the door, Lord Gregory,
Oh open, and let me in;
The rain rains on my scarlet robes,
The dew drops oer my chin.’
2
‘If you are the lass that I lovd once,
As I true you are not she,
Come give me some of the tokens
That past between you and me.’
3
‘Ah wae be to you, Gregory,
An ill death may you die!
You will not be the death of one,
But you'll be the death of three.
4
‘Oh don't you mind, Lord Gregory,
'Twas down at yon burn-side
We changd the ring of our fingers,
And I put mine on thine?’
