And shield me frae the rain, Jo.
The bitter blast that 'round me blaws
Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's;
The cauldness o' thine heart's the cause
Of a' my grief and pain, Jo.
O let me in this ae, ae night,
This ae, ae, ae night;
For pity's sake this ae night
O rise and let me in, Jo.
Mr. Jo's pleadings were in vain, to judge from Mrs. Jo's answer, which is as follows: