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.