And to the door she’s gone,
And lang she’s knock’d and sair she ca’d,
But answer got she none.
9.
‘O open the door, Love Gregor,’ she says,
‘O open, and let me in;
For the wind blaws thro’ my yellow hair,
And the rain draps o’er my chin.’
10.
10.3 ‘warlock,’ wizard, magician.