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o let thes ae night

o ssie, are ye sleep yet,

or are ye wauk, i wad wit?

for love has bound hand an&039; fit,

and i would fa be , jo

chor—o let this ae night,

this ae, ae, ae night;

o let this ae night,

i&039;ll no e back aga, jo!

o hear&039;st thou not the d an&039; weet?

nae star blks thro&039; the drivg sleet;

tak pity on y weary feet,

and shield frae the ra, jo

o let , c

the bitter bst that round bws,

unheeded howls, unheeded fa&039;s;

the cauldness o&039; thy heart&039;s the cae

of a&039; y care and pe, jo

o let , c