Are Ye Sleeping Maggie

Mirk and rainy is the nicht

There's no' a staum in a' the carry

Lichtnin's gleam athwart the lift

And cauld winds drive wi' winters fury


Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie

Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie

Let me in, for loud the linn is howling

Ower the warlock Craigie

Fearfu' soughs the boortree bank

The rifted wood roars wild and dreary

Loud the iron yett does clank

The cry of hoolits mak's me eerie


Abune ma breath, I daurnae speak

For fear I rouse your waukrife Daddy

Cauld's the blast upon my cheek

O rise, O rise my bonnie lady


She's ope'd the door, she's let him in

She's cuist aside his dreepin plaidie

Blaw yer warst ye rain and wind

For Maggie noo I'm an aside ye

Noo since your waukin' Maggie

Noo since yer waukin' Maggie

What care I for hoolits cry

For boortree bank or warlock Craigie

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