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o tell na o&039; d an&039; ra,

upbraid na wi&039; cauld disda,

gae back the gate ye ca aga,

i na let ye , jo

chor—i tell you now this ae night,

this ae, ae, ae night;

and ance for a&039; this ae night,

i na let ye , jo

the snellest bst, at irkest hours,

that round the pathless wand&039;rer pours

is nocht to what poor she endures,

that&039;s trted faithless an, jo

i tell you now, c

the sweetest flower that deck&039;d the ad,

now trodden like the vilest weed—

let siple aid the lesn read

the weird ay be her a, jo

i tell you now, c

the bird that char&039;d his sur day,

is now the cruel fowler&039;s prey;

let witless, trtg, woan say

how aft her fate&039;s the sa, jo!

i tell you now, c