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O LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT.
O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet?
Or art thou wauken, I would wit?
For love has bound me hand and foot,
And I would fain be in, jo.
O let me in this ae night,
This ae, ae, ae night
For pity's sake this ae night,
O rise and let me in, jo.
Out owre the moss, out owre the muir,
I came this dark and drearie hour,
And hear I stand without the door,
Amid the pouring storm, jo.
O let me in, &c
Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet,
Nae star blinks thro' the driving sleet;
Tak pity on my wearie 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;
The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause
Of a' my grief and pain, jo.
O let me in, &c.
