1.
O, open the door some pity to shew,
If love it may na be, O!
Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true -
O, open the door to me, O!
2.
Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek,
But caulder thy love for me, O:
The frost, that freezes the life at my heart,
Is nought to my pains frae thee, O!
3.
The wan moon sets behind the white wave,
And Time is setting with me, O:
False friends, false love, farewell! for mair
I'll ne'er trouble them nor thee, O!
4.
She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide,
She sees the pale corse on the plain, O,
' My true love!' she cried, and sank down by his side -
Never to rise again, O!

O, open the door some pity to show,
If love it may not be, O!
Though you have been false, I will ever prove true -
O, open the door to me, O!

Cold is the blast upon my pale cheek,
But colder your love for me, O:
The frost, that freezes the life at my heart,
Is nothing to my pains from you, O!

The wan moon sets behind the white wave,
And Time is setting with me, O:
False friends, false love, farewell! for more
I will never trouble them nor you, O!

She has opened the door, she has opened it wide,
She sees the pale corpse on the plain, O,
' My true love!' she cried, and sank down by his side -
Never to rise again, O!