O Let Me In Thes Ae Night |
Robert Burns, 1795
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, This ae, ae, ae night; O let me in this ae night, I'll no come back again, jo!
2. O hear'st thou not the wind an' weet?
3. The bitter blast that round me blaws, | 4. 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.
5. The snellest blast, at mirkest hours,
6. The sweetest flower that deck'd the mead,
7. The bird that charm'd his summer day, |