HER ANSWER
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.
I
O, tell me na o' wind an' rain,
Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,
Gae back the gate ye cam again,
I winna let ye in, jo!
II
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.
III
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.
IV
The bird that charm'd his summer day,
And now the cruel fowler's prey,
Let that to witless woman say:—
‘The gratefu' heart of man,’ 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.
