ARE YE SLEEPIN', MAGGIE?MELODY
Dark and rainy is the night, There's not a star in all the carry. Lightning gleams across the sky, And winds drive with Winter's fury.
Above my breath I dare not speak, For fear of rousin' yer sleepless daddy. Colds the blast upon my cheek. Oh, rise, rise, my bonnie lady. CHORUS
CHORUS: Oh, are ye sleepin', Maggie? Oh, are ye sleepin', Maggie? Let me infor loud the linn, Is roarin' o'er the warlock craggy.
She opened the door, She let him in, He cast aside his drippin' plaiddie. "Blow yer worst, ye rains and wind, Since, Maggie, now I'm in beside ye."
All across the boortree bank, The rifted winds blow wild and dreary. Loud the iron gate does clank, And cry of howlets makes me eerie. CHORUS
Now, that you're awoken, Maggie, Now, that you're awoken, Maggie, What care I for howlets cry, Or boortree bank, or warlock craggy?
In this traditional Scottish song, a very evocative picture is painted of a stormy night, and a young man who implores his love to let him inside—quietly, so as not to wake her father.
|boortree||the elder tree|
|linn||a cascade of water|