William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
O, Are Ye Sleepin, Maggie?Robert Tannahill (17741810)
O,
O, are ye sleepin’, Maggie?
Let me in, for loud the linn
Is roaring o’er the warlock craigie!
No a starn in a’ the carry:
Lightnings gleam athwart the lift,
And winds drive wi’ winter’s fury.
The rifted wood roars wild and drearie;
Loud the iron yett does clank;
And cry o’ howlets mak’s me eerie.
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddy;
Cauld’s the blast upon my cheek:
O rise, rise, my bonnie laddy!
I cuist aside my dreepin’ plaidie;
Blaw your warst, ye rain and win’,
Since, Maggie, now I’m in beside ye!
Now, since ye’re waukin’, Maggie,
What care I for howlet’s cry,
For bour-tree bank and warlock craigie?