1.
O, mirk, mirk in this midnight hour,
And loud the tempest's roar!
A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower -
Lord Gregory, ope thy door.
2.
An exile frae her father's ha',
And a' for sake o' thee,
At least some pity on me shaw,
If love it may not be.
3.
Lord Gregory mind'st thou not the grove
By bonie Irwine side,
Where first I own'd that virgin love
I lang, lang had denied?
4.
How aften didst thou pledge and vow,
Thou wad for ay be mine!
And my fond heart, itsel' sae true,
It ne'er mistrusted thine.
5.
Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory,
And flinty is thy breast:
Thou bolt of Heaven that flashest by,
O, wilt thou bring me rest!
6.
Ye mustering thunders from above,
Your willing victim see,
But spare and pardon my fause love
His wrang to Heaven and me!

O, dark, dark is this midnight hour,
And loud the tempest's roar!
A woeful wanderer seeks your tower -
Lord Gregory, open your door.

An exile from her father's hall,
And all for sake of you,
At least some pity on me show,
If love it may not be.

Lord Gregory remember you not the grove
By lovely Irwine side,
Where first I owned that virgin love
I long, long had denied?

How often did you pledge and vow,
You would for always be mine!
And my fond heart, itself so true,
It never mistrusted yours.

Hard is your heart, Lord Gregory,
And flinty is your breast:
You bolt of Heaven that flashes by,
O, will you bring me rest!

You mustering thunders from above,
Your willing victim see,
But spare and pardon my false love
His wrong to Heaven and me!