⁠⁠⁠⁠HER ANSWER.

O tell na me o’ wind and rain,
Upbraid na me wi’ cauld disdain!
​Gae back the gait 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 pour
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 thee 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 thee now, &c.