Traditional night-visiting ballad from Scotland

I'm a rover, and seldom sober
I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's company

Though the night be dark as a dungeon
Not a star to be seen above
I will be guided, without a stumble
Into the arms of my own true love

He stepped up to her bedroom window
Kneeling gently upon a stone
He whispered through her bedroom window
"My darlin' dear, do you lie alone."

She raised her head on her snow-white pillow
With her arms all about her breast
Says, "Who is that at my bedroom window
Disturbing me at my long night's rest

Says I, "True love, it's thy true lover
Open the door and let me in
For I am come on a long journey
More than near drenched to the skin

She opened the door with the greatest pleasure
Opened the door and she let him in
They both shook hands and embraced each other
And wished that morning would never come

The cocks were crowing, the birds a-whistling
The streams they ran free about the brae
Remember lass, I'm a ploughman laddie
And the farmer, I must obey

And so my love, I must go and leave thee
To climb the hills, they are high above
But I will climb them with the greatest pleasure
Since I've been in the arms of my love