Oh, are ye sleepin’ Maggie

I

Mirk and rainy is the nicht,

there’s no’ a starn in a’ the carry

Lichtnin’s gleam athwart the lift,

and (cauld) winds drive wi’ winter’s fury.

CHORUS

Oh, are ye sleepin’ Maggie

Oh, are ye sleepin’ Maggie

let me in, for loud the linn

is roarin' o’er the Warlock Craigie.

II

Fearfu’ soughs the boortree bank

The rifted wood roars wild an’ dreary.

Loud the iron yett does clank,

An’ cry o’ howlets mak’s me eerie.

III

Aboon my breath I daurna’ speak

For fear I rouse your waukrif’ daddie;

Cauld’s the blast upon my cheek,

O rise, rise my bonnie ladie.

IV

She op’d the door, she let him in

I cuist aside my dreepin’ plaidie.

‘Blaw your warst, ye rain and win’

Since, Maggie, now I’m in aside ye.

V

Now, since ye’re waukin’, Maggie,

Now, since ye’re waukin’, Maggie,

What care I for howlet’s cry,

For boortree bank or warlock craigie?

• Artist:The Tannahill Weavers
• Album:Mermaid’s song 1992