Are Ye Sleeping Maggie - Rapalje

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.

sung by Ray Fisher on Willie’s Lady

from Tannahill collection