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THE SONGS OF BURNS.

OPEN THE DOOR TO ME, OH!

WITH ALTERATIONS.

Oh, open the door, some pity to shew,Oh, open the door to me, Oh!Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true,Oh, open the door to me, Oh!
Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek,But caulder thy love for me, Oh!The frost that freezes the life at my heart,Is nought to my pains frae thee, Oh!
The wan moon is setting behind the white wave,And time is setting with me, Oh!False friends, false love, farewell! for mairI'll ne'er trouble them, nor thee, Oh!
She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide;She sees his pale corse on the plain, Oh!My true love, she cried, and sank down by his side,Never to rise again, Oh!

MEG O' THE MILL.

AIR—'O, BONIE LASS, WILL YOU LIE IN A BARRACK.'

O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten,An' ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten?She has gotten a coof wi' a claut o' siller,And broken the heart o' the barley Miller.
The Miller was strappin, the Miller was ruddy;A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady;The Laird was a widdiefu', bleerit knurl;She's left the guid fellow and ta'en the churl.
The Miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving;The Laird did address her wi' matter mair moving,A fine pacing horse wi' a clear chained bridle,A whip by her side, and a bonie side-saddle.
O wae on the siller, it is sae prevailing;And wae on the love that is fixed on a mailen!A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,But, gie me my love, and a fig for the warl!
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