Chanson traditionnelle, Ecosse.
1. There's ner a night that I'm going to ramble Ner a night that I'm going to roam There's ner a night that I'm going to ramble 'Tae the airms of my ain true love 2. Though the night dark as a dungeon Not a star to be seen above I'll take the road now without a stumble Intae the airms o' my ain true love (Ref.) For I'm a rover, seldom sober I'm a rover o' high degree It's when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking How to gain my love's company 3. I crept up tae her bedroom window Kneelin' gently upon a stane; I whispered softly through her window "Darlin' lassie, be you lie alane?" 4. She raised her head on her snaw-whi' pillow Wi' her arms raised round her breast Says "who is that at my bedroom window Disturbin' me at my long night's rest?" (Ref.) 5. Said "I true Love it's your own true lover Open the door and let me in For I have come on a long long journey And I am drenched unto me skin." 6. She opened the door then without a murmer Opened the door and then let him in And sinely kissed and embraced each other And in the mornin' they lay as yin (Ref.) 7. The day was dawning The cocks were crawin' Birds were whistlin' on every tree Fairwell my true love now I must leave you For the long night has turned to day |: (Ref.) :|