The Canary/Sleepin' Maggy
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Sleepin' Maggy.
Mirk an' rainy is the night,No a starn in a' the carry.Lightnings gleam a-thwart the lift,An' win's drive wi' winter's fury.O are ye sleepin', Maggy,O' are ye sleepin', Maggy!Let me in, for loud the linnIs roaring o'er the warlock cragie.
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 darena 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', Maggy, &c.
She's opt the door, she's let him in,He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie:Blaw your warst, ye rain an' win',Since now I'm in aside ye, Maggie."