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Robert Burns (1759–1796).  Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
515. Song—O let me in this ae night
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.
Chorus.—O let me in this ae night,        5
This ae, ae, ae night;
O let me in this ae night,
I’ll no come back again, jo!
O hear’st thou not the wind an’ weet?
Nae star blinks thro’ the driving sleet;        10
Tak pity on my weary feet,
  And shield me frae the rain, jo.
                O let me in, &c.
The bitter blast that round me blaws,
Unheeded howls, unheeded fa’s;        15
The cauldness o’ thy heart’s the cause
  Of a’ my care and pine, jo.
                O let me in, &c.

O tell na me o’ wind an’ rain,
Upbraid na me wi’ cauld disdain,        20
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,        25
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.        30
              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.        35
              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!        40
              I tell you now, &c.


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