Oh, open the door, some pity to shew,
Oh, open the door to me, oh,
Tho’ thou hast been false, I’ll ever prove true,
Oh, open the door to me, oh.
Cauldis the blast upon my pale cheek,
Butcaulder thy love for me, oh:
The frost that freezes the life at my heart,
Is nought to my pains fraethee, oh.
The wanMoon is setting beyond the white wave,
And Time is setting with me, oh:
False friends, false love, farewell! for mair
I’ll ne’er trouble them, nor thee, oh.
She has open’d the door, she has open’d it wide,
She sees the pale corseon the plain, oh:
“My true love!” she cried, and sank down byhis side,
Never to rise again, oh.