| Lyrics: | Mirk and rainy is the nicht
There´s no a star in a´ the carry
Lightening gleams
across the sky
And winds they blaw wi winter fury
O are you sleeping Maggie
O are you sleeping Maggie
Let me in , for loud the linn
Is roaring o´er the
warlocks craigie
Fearfu´ flows the boortree bank
The rifted wood roars wild
and dreary
Loud the iron yett does clank
And cry of howlets mak me eerie
Aboon my breath I daurna speak
For fear I´ll rouse your wakeful daddie
Cauld´s the blast upon my check
O rise, O rise, my bonnie lassie
She´s
op´ed the door, she´s let him in
He´s cruist aside his dreeping plaidie
Ye
can blow ye worst, ye winds and rain
Since Maggie noo I´m in aside thee
O
noo that you´re wakin, Maggie
O noo that you´re wakin, Maggie
What care I for
howlets cry
For roaring linn or warlock´s craigie |
