Mirk and rainy is the nicht There?s no a star in a? the carry Lightening gleams across the sky And winds they blaw wi winter fury
O are you sleeping Maggie O are you sleeping Maggie Let me in , for loud the linn Is roaring o?er the warlocks craigie
Fearfu? flows the boortree bank The rifted wood roars wild and dreary Loud the iron yett does clank And cry of howlets mak me eerie
Aboon my breath I daurna speak For fear I?ll rouse your wakeful daddie Cauld?s the blast upon my check O rise, O rise, my bonnie lassie
She?s op?ed the door, she?s let him in He?s cruist aside his dreeping plaidie Ye can blow ye worst, ye winds and rain Since Maggie noo I?m in aside thee
O noo that you?re wakin, Maggie O noo that you?re wakin, Maggie What care I for howlets cry For roaring linn or warlock?s craigie