Are Ye Sleepin' Maggie? Mirk and rainy is the night There' no' a staurn in a' the carry Lightnings gleam a-thwart the lift And winds drive wi' winter's fury Chorus: Oh, are ye sleeping, maggie? Oh, are ye sleeping, maggie? Let me in, for loud the linn Is roarin' o'er the warlock craigie Fearfu' soughs the boortree bank The rifted wood roars wild and dreary. Loud the iron yett does clank, And cry of howlets makes me eerie. Chorus Abune my breath I daurna speak For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie; Cauld's the blast upon my cheek, O rise, rise my bonnie lady. Chorus She oped the door, she let him in He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie. 'Blaw your warst, ye rain and win' Since, maggie, now I'm in aside ye. Chorus: Now, since ye're wauken, Maggie, Now, since ye're wauken, Maggie, What care I for howlet's cry, For boortree bank or warlock craigie.

© 2005 Jonathan Ramsey Irish Music Productions