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