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II. LOVE : GENERAL
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O, OPEN the door some pity to shew,
If love it may na be, O !
Tho' thou hast been false, 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 !
The viran moon sets behind the white wave,
And Time is setting with me, O :
False friends, false love, farewell ! for mair
I'll ne'er trouble them, nor thee, O I
She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide,
She sees the pale corse on the plain, O !
'My true love,' she cried, and sank down by his side-
Never to rise again, O !
No. 142. Lang hae we parted been.
Scots Musical Museum, 1790, No. 218.
Tune : Laddie lie near me.
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Lang hae we parted been,
Lassie, my dearie ;
Now we are met again,
Lassie, lie near me !
A' that I hae endur'd,
Lassie, my dearie,
Here in thy arms is cur'd !
Lassie, lie near me.
Chorus. Near me, near me,
Lassie, lie near nte I
Lang hast thou lien thy lane,
Lassie, lie near me.