Open the door to me oh

Oh, open the door, some pity to shew, If love it may na be, 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 beyond the white wave, And time is setting with me, Oh: False friends, false love, farewell! for mair I'll ne'er trouble them, nor thee, Oh. She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide, She sees the pale corse on the plain, Oh: My true love! she cried, and sank down by his side, Never to rise again, Oh.


Douglas Henshall

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This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1793 and is read here by Douglas Henshall.

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