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o tell na me o' wind an' rain,
upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,
gae back the gate ye cam again,
i win ye in, jo.
chorus—i tell you now this ae night,
this ae, ae, ae night;
and ance for a' this ae night,
i win ye in, jo.
the s bst, at mirkest hours,
that round the pathless wand'rer pours
is nocht to oor she endures,
that's trusted faithless man, jo.
i tell you no;c.
the sweetest flower that deck'd the mead,
now trodden like the vilest weed—
let simple maid the lesson read
the weird may
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