Em D
Mirk and rainy is the night
C Em
There' no' a staurn in a' the carry
D
Lightnings gleam a- thwart the lift
C Em
And winds drive wi' winter's fury
G
Oh, are ye sleeping, maggie?
D
Oh, are ye sleeping, maggie?
Em G
Let me in, for loud the linn
C Em
Is roarin' o'er the warlock c raigie
Fearfu' soughs the boortree bank
The rifted wood roars wild and dreary.
Loud the iron yett does clank,
And cry of howlets makes me eerie.
Abune my breath I daurna speak
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie;
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek,
O rise, rise my bonnie lady.
She oped the door, she let him in
He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie.
'Blaw your warst, ye rain and win'
Since, maggie, now I'm in aside ye.
Now, since ye're wauken, Maggie,
Now, since ye're wauken, Maggie,
What care I for howlet's cry,
For boortree bank or warlock craigie.
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