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