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 st, at mirkest hours,

that round the pathless wand'rer pours

is nocht to what poor she endures,

that's trusted faithless man, jo.