O he has swam through Clyde's water,
Tho' it was wide and deep;30
And he came to May Margaret's door,
When a' were fast asleep.
O he's gane round and round about,
And tirled at the pin;
But doors were steek'd, and window's bar'd,35
"O open the door to me, Margaret,—
O open and lat me in!
For my boots are full o' Clyde's water,
And frozen to the brim."40
"I darena open the door to you,
Nor darena lat you in;
For my mither she is fast asleep,
And I darena mak nae din."
"O gin ye winna open the door,45
Nor yet be kind to me,
Now tell me o' some out-chamber,
Where I this nicht may be."
"Ye canna win in this nicht, Willie,
Nor here ye canna be;50
For I've nae chambers out nor in,
Nae ane but barely three:
"The tane o' them is fu' o' corn,
The tither is fu' o' hay;
The tither is fu' o' merry young men;—55
They winna remove till day."
"O fare ye weel, then, May Margaret,
Sin better manna be;
I've win my mither's malison,