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HER ANSWER.
O tell na me of wind and rain,
Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,
Gae back the gate ye cam again,
I winna let yen in, jo.
I tell you now this ae night.
This ae, ae, ae night;
And ance for a' this ae night,
I winna let you in jo.
The snellest blast at mirkest hours,
That round the pathless wanderer pours,
Is nought to what poor she endures,
Who's trusted faithless man, jo.
I tell you now, &c.
The sweetest flower that decked 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 charmed his simmer day.
Is now the cruel ſewer's prey;
Let witless, trusting, woman say,
How aft her fate's the same, jo.
I tell you now &c.
