Grant thou'rt wicked but not quite so clever.
OPEN THE DOOR TO ME, O!
O, open the door some pity to show,
O, open the door to me, O!
Though thou has been fause, I'll ever prove true,
O, open the door to me, O!
Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek,
But caulder thy love for me, O!
The frost that freezes the life at my heart
Is naught to my pains frae thee, O!