Lewie Gordon (1821)/Her Answer

HER ANSWER.

O tell na me of the wind and rain,
Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain!
Gae back the gate ye cam again,
I winna let you in, jo.
I tell you now this ae night,
This ae, ae, ae night;
And ance for a' this ae night,
I winna let you in, jo.

The (illegible text)nellest blast, at mirkest hours,
That round the pathless wand'rer pou(illegible text)
Is nought to what poor she endures,
That's trusted faithless man, jo.
I tell you now, &c.

The sweetest flower that deck'd the me(illegible text)
Now trodden like the vilest weed;
Let simple maid the ⟨lesson⟩ read,
The weird may be her ain, jo.
I tell you 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 you now. &c.