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    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.