Mirk and rainy is the nicht Thereґs no a star in aґ 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 oґer the warlocks craigie
Fearfuґ 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 Iґll rouse your wakeful daddie Cauldґs the blast upon my check O rise, O rise, my bonnie lassie
Sheґs opґed the door, sheґs let him in Heґs cruist aside his dreeping plaidie Ye can blow ye worst, ye winds and rain Since Maggie noo Iґm in aside thee
O noo that youґre wakin, Maggie O noo that youґre wakin, Maggie What care I for howlets cry For roaring linn or warlockґs craigie