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O, Let Me In This Ae Night
TUNE: Will ye lend me your loom, lass?
(Will you loan me your loom, lass?)

 

Burns Original

Standard English Translation

O, Let Me In This Ae Night

Chorus
O, let me in this ae night,
This ae, ae, ae night!
O, let me in this ae night,
And rise, and let me in!
1.
O lassie, are ye sleepin yet,
Or are ye waukin, I wad wit?
For love has bound me hand an' fit,
And I would fain be in, jo.
2.
Thou hear'st the winter wind an' weet:
Nae star blinks thro' the driving sleet!
Tak pity on my weary feet,
And shield me frae the rain, jo.
3.
The bitter blast that round me blaws,
Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's:
The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause
Of a' my care and pine, jo.

Her Answer
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.
1.
O, tell me na o' wind an' rain,
Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,
Gae back the gate ye cam again,
I winna let ye in, jo.
2.
The snellest blast at mirkest hours,
That round the pathless wand'rer pours
Is nocht to what poor she endures,
That's trusted faithless man, jo.
3.
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.
4.
The bird that charm'd his summer day,
And now the cruel fowler's prey,
Let that to witless woman say:-
' The gratefu' heart of man,' jo.

 

O, Let Me In This One Nigh

chorus
O, let me in this one night,
This one, one, one night!
O, let me in this one night,
And rise, and let me in!

O girl, are you sleeping yet,
Or are you awake, I would know?
For love has bound me hand and foot,
And I would fondly be in, sweetheart.

You hear the winter wind and wet (rain):
No star twinkles through the driving sleet!
Take pity on my weary feet,
And shield me from the rain, sweetheart.

The bitter blast that round me blows,
Unheeded howls, unheeded falls:
The coldness of your heart is the cause
Of all my care and distress, sweetheart


Chorus
I tell you now this one night,
This one, one, one night,
And once for all this one night,
I will not let you in, sweetheart.

O, tell me not of wind and rain,
Upbraid not me with cold disdain,
Go back the road you came again,
I will not let you in, sweetheart.

The fiercest blast at darkest hours,
That round the pathless wanderer pours
Is nothing to what poor she endures,
That has trusted faithless man, sweetheart.

The sweetest flower that decked the meadow,
Now trodden like the vilest weed -
Let simple maid the lesson read!
The fate may be her own, sweetheart.

The bird that charmed his summer day,
And now the cruel fowler's prey,
Let that to witless woman say:-
' The grateful heart of man,' sweetheart.

 

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