Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers,
How your dread howling a lover alarms!
Wauken, ye breezes, row gently, ye billows,
And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms.
IV.
But oh, if he’s faithless, and minds na his Nannie,
Flow still between us, thou wide roaring main;
May I never see it, may I never trow it,
But, dying, believe that my Willie’s my ain.
CXCI.
OPEN THE DOOR TO ME, OH!
[Written for Thomson’s collection: the first version which he wrote was not happy in its harmony: Burns altered and corrected it as it now stands, and then said, “I do not know if this song be really mended.”]
I.
Oh, open the door, some pity to show,
Oh, open the door to me, Oh![139]
Tho’ thou has been false, I’ll ever prove true,
Oh, open the door to me, Oh!
II.