her answer
o tell na me o' wind an' rain,
upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,
gae back the gate ye cam again,
i winna let ye in, jo.
chorus—i tell you now this ae night,
this ae, ae, ae night;
and ance for a' this ae night,
i winna let ye in, jo.
the snellest blast, at mirkest hours,
that round the pathless wand'rer pours
is nocht to what poor she endures,