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Oh, open the door, some pity to shew, / Oh, open the door to me, oh, / Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true, / Oh, open the door to me, oh.
Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek, / But caulder thy love for me, oh: / The frost that freezes the life at my heart, / Is nought to my pains frae thee, oh.
The wan Moon is setting beyond the white wave, / And Time is setting with me, oh: / False friends, false love, farewell! for mair / I'll ne'er trouble them, nor thee, oh.
She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide, / She sees the pale corse on the plain, oh: / "My true love! " she cried, and sank down by his side, / Never to rise again, oh.