The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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O, LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT |
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The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
O, LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT
Chorus
O, let me in this ae night,This ae, ae, ae night!
O, let me in this ae night,
And rise, and let me in!
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O lassie, are ye sleepin yet,Or are ye waukin, I wad wit?
For Love has bound me hand an' fit,
And I would fain be in, jo.
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Thou hear'st the winter wind an' weet:Nae star blinks thro' the driving sleet!
Tak pity on my weary feet,
And shield me frae the rain, jo.
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The bitter blast that round me blaws,Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's:
The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause
Of a' my care and pine, jo.
Chorus
O, let me in this ae night,This ae, ae, ae night!
O, let me in this ae night,
And rise and let me in!
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||