 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
O ARE YE SLEEPIN', MAGGIE?
“O are ye sleepin', Maggie?
O are ye sleepin' Maggie?
Let me in, for loud the linn
Is roaring o'er the warlock craigie.”
O are ye sleepin' Maggie?
Let me in, for loud the linn
Is roaring o'er the warlock craigie.”
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Mirk and rainy is the night,
No a starn in a' the carry,
Lightnings gleam athwart the lift,
And winds drive wi' winter's fury.
No a starn in a' the carry,
Lightnings gleam athwart the lift,
And winds drive wi' winter's fury.
O are ye sleepin', Maggie? etc.
Fearful soughs the boortree bank,
The rifted wood roars wild and dreary,
Loud the iron yett does clank,
And cry of howlets makes me eerie.
The rifted wood roars wild and dreary,
Loud the iron yett does clank,
And cry of howlets makes me eerie.
O are ye sleepin', Maggie? etc.
Aboon my breath I daurna speak,
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie;
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek,
O rise, rise, my bonnie lady!
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie;
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek,
O rise, rise, my bonnie lady!
O are ye sleepin', Maggie? etc.
She ope'd the door, she let him in,
He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie:
“Blaw your warst, ye rain and win',
Since, Maggie, now I 'm in aside ye.”
He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie:
“Blaw your warst, ye rain and win',
Since, Maggie, now I 'm in aside ye.”
Now since your waukin', Maggie,
Now since your waukin', Maggie,
What care I for howlet's cry,
For boortree bank, or warlock craigie.
Now since your waukin', Maggie,
What care I for howlet's cry,
For boortree bank, or warlock craigie.
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