O Lassie, Art Thou Sleeping Yet?

O lassie, art thou sleeping yet? Or art thou wakin’, 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.

The bitter blast that round me blaws, Unheeded howls, unheeded fa’s; The cauldness o’ thy heart’s the cause Of a’ my grief and pain, jo.