The Invitation

That you’re my ain true love,
Weel can you see.
Come in the nicht, come in the nicht;
Whisper: ‘It’s me.’

Juist come straicht ben, my lad,
When it stricks twel’.
Father sleeps, mither sleeps;
I’m by mysel’.

Tirl at the chawmer door;
Lift the sneck high.
Father says: ‘What a wind’
Mither says: ‘Ay.’