O Lassie, are ye sleepin yet, Orare ye waukin, I wadwit? For Love has bound me hand an' fit, And I would fainbe in, jo. Chorus-O let me in this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; O let me in this aenight, I'll nocome back again, jo! O hear'st thou not the wind an'weet?

Had I the wyte, had I the wyte, Had I the wyte? she bade me; She watch'd me bythe hie-gate side, And up the loanshe shaw'd me. And when I wadna venture in, A coward loonshe ca'd me: Had Kirkan' State been in the gate, I'd lighted when she bade me. Sae craftilie she took

O steer her up, an' haudher gaun, Her mither's at the mill, jo; An' gin she winna tak a man, E'en let her tak her will, jo. First shoreher wi'a gentle kiss, And ca'anither gill, jo; An' gin she tak the thing amiss, E'enlet her flyteher fill, jo. O steer her up, an' be nablate,

O tell na me o'wind an'rain, Upbraid name wi'caulddisdain, Gaeback the gateye camagain, I winna let ye in, jo. Chorus-I tell you now this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; And ancefor a'this aenight, I winnalet ye in, jo. The snellest blast, at mirkest hours, That round the pathless wand'rer pours Is nochtto what

How cruel are the parents Who riches only prize, And to the wealthy booby Poor Woman sacrifice! Meanwhile, the hapless Daughter Has buta choice of strife; To shun a tyrant Father's hate- Become a wretched Wife. The ravening hawk pursuing, The trembling dove thus flies, To shun impelling ruin, Awhile her pinions tries; Till, of