She Rose and Loot me in

The night her silent sable wore,An' gloomin' was the skies;O' glittrin' stars appeared no moreThan those in Nelly's eyes:When at her father's gate I knocked,Where I had often been;Shrouded only in her smock,She rose and loot me in.

Fast lock'd within my fond embrace,She tremblin' stood asham'd;Her glowin' lips an' heaving breasts,At every touch enflam'd;My eager passion I obeyed,Resolved the fort to win;An' she, at last, gave her consentTo yield an' let me in.

O then! what bliss beyond compare,I knew no greater joy;Enroll'd in heavenly happiness,So bless't a man was I;An' she, all ravished with delight,Bad me aft come again,An' kindly vow'd, that ev'ry nightShe'd rise and let me in.

But ah! at last she prov'd wi' bairn,An' sat baith sad and dull,An' I wha was as much concernedLooked e'en just like a fool;Her lovely eyes wi' tears ran o'er,Repentin' her rash sin;An' ay she cursed the fatal hourThat e'er she loot me in.

But who could from such beauty go,Or yet from Nelly part;I lov'd her dear, an' cou'dna leaveThe charmer of my heart,We wedded and conceal'd our crime,Then all was weel again,An' she doth bless the happy nightShe rose an' loot me in