Her Answer
her answer
o tell na me o' wind an' rain,
upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,
gae back the gate ye cam again,
i winna let ye in, jo.
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.
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.
i tell you now, c.
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.
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.