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.