Classic Poem

Air — Sleepy Maggie.

CHORUS .

O are ye sleeping, Maggie?
O are ye sleeping, Maggie?
Let me in, for loud the linn
Is roaring o'er the warlock craigie.
Mirk and rainy is the night,
No a starn in a' the carry,
Lightnings gleam athwart the lift,
And winds drive wi' winter's fury.
O are ye sleeping, Maggie, &c.

Fearful soughs the boortree bank,
The rifted wood roars wild and dreary,
Loud the iron yate does clank,
And cry of howlets makes me eerie.
O are ye sleeping, Maggie, &c.

Aboon my breath I darna' speak,
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie,
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek,
O rise, rise, my bonny lady!
O are ye sleeping, Maggie, &c.

She opt the door, she let him in,
He cuis aside his dreeping pladie;
" Blaw your warst, ye rain and win',
Since, Maggie, now I'm in aside ye.

CHORUS .

Now since ye're waking, Maggie,
Now since ye're waking Maggie!
What care I for howlet's cry,
For boortree bank, or warlock craigie!