DO YOU remember that night 
  That you were at the window, 
  With neither hat nor gloves, 
  Nor coat to shelter you; 
  I reached out my hand to you,         
  And you ardently grasped it, 
  And I remained in converse with you 
  Until the lark began to sing? 
 
Do you remember that night 
  That you and I were         
  At the foot of the rowan tree, 
  And the night drifting snow; 
  Your head on my breast, 
  And your pipe sweetly playing? 
  I little thought that night         
  Our ties of love would ever loosen. 
 
O beloved of my inmost heart, 
 [bad word] some night, and soon, 
  When my people are at rest, 
  That we may talk together;         
  My arms shall encircle you, 
  While I relate my sad tale 
  That it is your pleasant, soft converse 
  That has deprived me of heaven. 
 
The fire is unraked,         
  The light extinguished, 
  The key under the door, 
  And do you softly draw it. 
  My mother is asleep, 
  And I am quite awake;         
  My fortune is in my hand, 
  And I am ready to go with you.