The Canary/Sleepin' Maggy
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Sleepin' Maggy.
Mirk an' rainy is the night,
No a starn in a' the carry.
Lightnings gleam a-thwart 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 roaring o'er the warlock cragie.
No a starn in a' the carry.
Lightnings gleam a-thwart 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 roaring o'er the warlock cragie.
Fearfu' soughs the boor-tree bank,
The rifted wood roars wild an' dreary,
Loud the iron yate does clank,
An' cry o' howlets mak's me eerie.
O are ye sleepin', Maggie, &c.
The rifted wood roars wild an' dreary,
Loud the iron yate does clank,
An' cry o' howlets mak's me eerie.
O are ye sleepin', Maggie, &c.
Aboon my breath I darena speak,
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie,
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek,
O rise, rise, my bonny lady!
O are ye sleepin', Maggy, &c.
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie,
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek,
O rise, rise, my bonny lady!
O are ye sleepin', Maggy, &c.
She's opt the door, she's let him in,
He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie:
Blaw your warst, ye rain an' win',
Since now I'm in aside ye, Maggie."
He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie:
Blaw your warst, ye rain an' win',
Since now I'm in aside ye, Maggie."