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open the door to , oh

oh, open the door, pity to shew,

oh, open the door to , oh,

tho&039; thou hast been false, i&039;ll ever prove true,

oh, open the door to , oh

cauld is the bst upon y pale cheek,

but caulder thy love for , oh:

the frost that freezes the life at y heart,

is nought to y pas frae thee, oh

the wan oon is settg beyond the white wave,

and ti is settg with , oh:

false friends, false love, farewell! for air

i&039;ll ne&039;er trouble the, nor thee, oh

she has open&039;d the door, she has open&039;d it wide,

she sees the pale rse on the p, oh:

“y true love!” she cried, and sank down by his side,

never to rise aga, oh