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O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet, Or art thou waking, I would wit? For love has bound me hand and foot, And I would fain be in, jo. O let me in this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; For pity's sake this ae night, O rise and let me in, jo!

Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet! Nae star blinks thro' the driving sleet: Tak pity on my weary feet, And shield me frae the rain, jo.