her answer

　　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.