Seraphim/Sleeping Maggie

by Robert Tannahill

For other versions of this work, see Are Ye Sleepin', Maggie.

SLEEPING MAGGIE.

Mirk an' rainy is the night,
No a starn in a' the carry,
Lightnings gleam athwart the lift,
And winds drive wi' winters fury.

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

Fearfu' soughs the boor-tree bank,
The rifted wood roars wild an' dreary,
Loud the iron yett does clank,
And cry o' howlets make me eerie,
O are ye sleeping, &c.

boon my breath I darnae speak,
For fear I use your waukrife daddy,
auld's the blast upon my cheek,
Oh rise, the my bonny lady.
O arе ye sleeping, &c.

She' opt the door, she let him in,
He cuist side his dreepin' plaidie,
Blaw your warst ye rain and win,
Since Maggy, now I'm in beside ye.

Now since I'm in beside you,
Now since I'm in beside you, Maggie,
What care I for howlet's cry,
For boor-tree-bank or warlock cragie.