O tell na me o'wind an'rain, Upbraid name wi'caulddisdain, Gaeback the gateye camagain, I winna let ye in, jo. Chorus-I tell you now this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; And ancefor a'this aenight, I winnalet ye in, jo. The snellest blast, at mirkest hours, That round the pathless wand'rer pours Is nochtto what

How cruel are the parents Who riches only prize, And to the wealthy booby Poor Woman sacrifice! Meanwhile, the hapless Daughter Has buta choice of strife; To shun a tyrant Father's hate- Become a wretched Wife. The ravening hawk pursuing, The trembling dove thus flies, To shun impelling ruin, Awhile her pinions tries; Till, of

There's Death in the cup, so beware! Nay, more-there is danger in touching; Butwho can avoid the fellsnare, The man and his wine's so bewitching!

Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, Will ye go to the Hielands wi'me? Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, My pride and my darling to be.

Chorus-Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, Mally's modest and discreet; Mally's rare, Mally's fair, Mally's every way complete. As I was walking up the street, A barefitmaid I chanc'd to meet; ButO the road was very hard For that fair maiden's tender feet. Mally's meek, &c. It were mairmeet that those fine feet Were weellaced up in