SONG. Air—“Sleepin’
Maggie.”
___ CHOR.-- O are ye sleepin’
Maggie, O are ye sleepin’ Maggie ! Let me in, for loud the linn Is roarin’ o'er the warlock craigie. Mirk
an’ rainy is the night, No’ a starn in a’ the carry, Lightnings
gleam athwart the lift, An’ winds drive wi’
winter’s fury.
O are ye sleepin’ Maggie, &c. Fearfu’ soughs the boor-tree bank,
The rifted wood roars wild an dreary, Loud
the iron yate does clank, An’ cry o’ howlets mak’s me eerie. O
are ye sleepin’ Maggie, &c. Aboon
my breath I daurna’ speak, For fear I rouse your waukrife
Daddie, Cauld’s
the blast upon my cheek, O rise, rise my bonny lady! O
are ye sleepin’ Maggie, &c. She
opt the door, she let him in, He curst aside his dreepin’ plaidie; “ “ CHOR.—Now since ye’re
wauken Maggie, Now since ye’re wauken Maggie! What care I for howlet’s cry, For boor-tree bank, or warlock craigie? |