I. O Mirk, Mirk Is This Midnight Hour, And Loud The Tempest'S Roar; A Waefu' Wanderer Seeks Thy Tow'R, Lord Gregory, Ope Thy Door! Ii. An Exile Frae Her Father'S Ha', And A' For Loving Thee; At Least Some Pity On Me Shaw, If Love It May Na Be. Iii. Lord Gregory, Mind'St Thou Not The Grove By Bonnie Irwin-Side, Where First I Own'D That Virgin-Love I Lang, Lang Had Denied? Iv. How Often Didst Thou Pledge And Vow Thou Wad For Ay Be Mine; And My Fond Heart, Itsel' Sae True, It Ne'er Mistrusted Thine. V. Hard Is Thy Heart, Lord Gregory, And Flinty Is Thy Breast Thou Dart Of Heaven That Flashest By, O Wilt Thou Give Me Rest! Vi. Ye Mustering Thunders From Above, Your Willing Victim See! But Spare And Pardon My Fause Love, His Wrangs To Heaven And Me!