Classic Poem

Who is at my window? Who? Who?
Go from my window! Go! Go!
Who callis thair, lyke a strangeir?
Go from my window! Go!

" Lord, I am hair, a wretchit mortall,
That for thy mercy dois cry and call
Unto thee, my lord celestiall,
See who is at thy window, who? "

Remember thy sin, and also thy smart,
And also for thee what was my part,
Remember the speir that pierced my hart,
And in at my dure thou sall go.

I ask na thing of thee thairfor,
But love for love, to lay in store.
Gif me thy hart, I ask no more,
And in at my dure thou sall go.

Who is at my window? Who?
Go from my window! Go!
Cry na mair thair, lyke a strangeir,
But in at my dure thou go!