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