Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3)/O are ye sleeping, Maggie

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
For other versions of this work, see Are Ye Sleepin', Maggie.
4329842Cream of Tannahill's Songs (3) — O are ye sleeping, MaggieRobert Tannahill

O ARE YE SLEEPING MAGGIE.

CHORUS.
O are you sleeping, Maggie,
O are you sleeping, Maggie,
Let me in, for loud the linn
Is roaring o'er the warlock craigie.

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.
O are you sleeping, Maggie, &c.

Fearful soughs the boortree bank,
The rifted woods roar wild and dreary,
Loud the iron yate does clank,
And cry of howlets make me eerie.
O are you sleeping, Maggio, &c.

Aboon my breath I daurna speak',
For fear I rouse your wakerife daddio,
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek,
O rise, rise, my bonny lady!
O are you sleeping, Maggie, &c.

She opt the door, she let him in,
He euist aside his dreeping plaidie;
"Blaw your warst, ye rain and win',
Since, Maggie, now I'm in beside ye.

CHORUS
Now since ye're waking, Maggie,
Now since ye're waking, Maggie!
What care I for the howlet's ery,
For boortree bank, or warloek craigie!