e,
Oh, open the door to me, O!

Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek,
But caulder thy love for me, O!
The frost, that freezes the life at my heart,
Is nought to my pains frae thee, O!

The wan moon is setting behind the white wave,
And time is setting with me, O!
False friends, false love, farewell! for mair
I'll ne'er trouble them nor thee, O!

She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide;
She sees his pale corse on the plain, O!
'My true love!' she cried, and sank down by his side,
Never to rise again, O!

WANDERING WILLIE

Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, [away]
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame; [hold]
Come to my bosom, my ae only dearie, [one]
Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.

Loud tho' the winter blew cauld at our parting,
'Twas na the blast brought the tear in my e'e;
Welcome now, Simmer, and welcome, my Willie,
The Simmer to Nature, my Willie to me!

Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave o' your slumbers;
How your dread howling a lover alarms!
Wauken, ye breezes, row gently, ye billows, [Awake]
And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms. [once more]

But oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie,
Flow still between us, thou wide-roaring main;
May I never see it, may I never trow it,
But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain! [own]

HOW LANG AND DREARY

How lang and dreary is the night.
When I am frae my dearie!
I restless lie frae e'en to morn,
Tho' I were ne'er sae weary.

For O, her lanely nights are lang;
And O, her dreams are eerie; [fearful]
And O, her widow'd heart is sair, [sore]
That's absent frae her dearie.

When I think on the lightsome days
I spent wi' thee, my dearie,
And now that seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie!

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours;
The joyless day how drearie!
It wasna sae ye glinted by, [glanced]
When I was wi' my dearie.

THE BONNIE LAD THAT'S FAR AWA

O how can I be blithe and glad,
Or how can I gang brisk and braw, [go, fine]
When the bonnie lad that I lo'e best
Is o'er the hills and far awa?