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LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT

Found in 1806.abc from the John Chambers' music books abc collection

X: 48
T: LET ME IN THIS AE NIGHT
O: 1806
B: "Caledonian Musical Repository", 1806, p.48-50
F: http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/pageturner.cfm?id=87661539
Z: 2013 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
M: C
L: 1/8
K: Em
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A | G E E F G A B G |
w: O las-sie art thou sleep-ing yet, Or
A B c A d> c B> A |
w: art thou wak-in, I would wit, For
G E E ^d e f g> e |
w: love had bound me hand and fit, And
d B A G A2 B |][| A | G E E d
w: I wad fain be in, jo. O let me in this
e2 e B | d2 (dA) (Bc) B> A |
w: ae night, This ae, ae,* ae* night, For
G< E E ^d (ef) g> e | d B A
w: pi-ty's sake, this ae* night, O wad ye let
G A B |]
w: me in, jo.
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W:2.Out o'er the moss, out o'er the muir,
W:  I came, this dark and dreary hour,
W:  And here I stand without the door,
W:     Amid the pouring storm, jo.
W:        O let me in, &c.
W:
W:3.Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet,
W:  Nae star blinks through the driving sleet,
W:  Tak pity on my weary feet,
W:     And shield me frae the rain, jo.
W:        O let me in, &c.
W:
W:4.The bitter blast that round me blaws,
W:  Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's;
W:  The cauldness o' thy heart's the cause
W:     O' a' my grief and pain, jo.
W:        O let me in, &c.
W:
W:  HER ANSWER.
W:
W:5.O tell na me o' wind and rain,
W:  Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain;
W:  Gae back the gate you cam again,
W:     I winna let you in, jo.
W:        I tell you now this ae night,
W:        This ae, ae, ae night;
W:        And ance for a', this ae night,
W:           I winna let you in, jo,
W:
W:6.The snellest blast, at mirkest hours,
W:  That round the pathless wand'rer pours,
W:  Is nought to what poor she endures,
W:     That's trusted faithless man, jo.
W:        I tell you now, &c.
W:
W:7.The sweetest flow'r that decked the mead,
W:  Now trodden like the vilest weed:
W:  Let simple maids the lesson read,
W:     The weird may be their ain, jo.
W:        I tell you now, &c.
W:
W:8.The bird that charm'd his summer day,
W:  Is now the cruel fowler's prey;
W:  Let witless trusting woman say
W:     How aft her fate's the same, jo.
W:        I tell you now, &c.
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