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Gae back the gait ye cam again,
I winna let ye in, jo.
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.
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 pour
Is nocht to what poor she endures,
That's trusted faithless man, jo.
I tell you now, &c.
That round the pathless wand'rer pour
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 thee now, &c.
Now trodden like the vilest weed;
Let simple maid the lesson read,
The weird may be her ain, jo.
I tell thee 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 thee now, &c.
Is now the cruel fowler's prey;
Let witless, trusting, woman say
How aft her fate's the same, jo,
I tell thee now, &c.