| Mirk and rainy is the nicht
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| There’s no a star in a' the carry
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| Lightening gleams across the sky
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| And winds they blaw wi winter fury
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| O are you sleeping Maggie
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| O are you sleeping Maggie
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| Let me in, for loud the linn
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| Is roaring o’er the warlocks craigie
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| Fearfu' flows the boortree bank
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| The rifted wood roars wild and dreary
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| Loud the iron yett does clank
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| And cry of howlets mak me eerie
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| Aboon my breath I daurna speak
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| For fear I’ll rouse your wakeful daddie
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| Cauld’s the blast upon my check
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| O rise, O rise, my bonnie lassie
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| She’s op’ed the door, she’s let him in He’s cruist aside his dreeping plaidie
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| Ye can blow ye worst, ye winds and rain
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| Since Maggie noo I’m in aside thee
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| O noo that you’re wakin, Maggie
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| O noo that you’re wakin, Maggie
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| What care I for howlets cry
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| For roaring linn or warlock’s craigie.
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| sung by Ray Fisher on Willie’s Lady
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| from Tannahill collection |