OH, open the door, some pity to shew,
Oh, open the door to me, oh,
Tho thou hast been false, Ill 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
Ill neer trouble them, nor thee, oh.
She has opend the door, she has opend 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.
