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Mirk and rainy is the night,
No a ſtar in a the carry,
Lightnings gleam athwart 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 linn
Is roain’ o’er the warlock cragie.

Fearfu’ ſoughs the boor-tree bank,
The ritted wood roars wild and dreary,
Loud the iron yate does clank,
And cry o’ howlets make me eeri,
O are ye ſleepin’ Maggy, &c.

Aboon my breath I darns ſpeak
For fear I rouſe your waukrif daddie,
Cauld’s the blaſt upon my cheek,
O riſe, riſe, my bonny lady!
O are ye ſleepin’, Maggy, &c.

She’s op’t the dear, ſhe’s let him in,
He cuiſt aſide his dreepin’ plaidy,
Blaw your warſt ye rain an’ win’,
“Since now I am aſide ye Maggy.’