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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.

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.

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."

 

Och hey, Johnny Lad.

Och hey, Johnny lad,
⟨Ye're⟩ no sae kind's ye should a been;
⟨Och⟩ hey, Johnny lad!
⟨Ye⟩ didna' keep your tryst yestreen,
⟨I⟩ waited lang beside the wood,
⟨Sae⟩ wae an' weary a' my lane;
⟨Och⟩ hey, Johnny lad!
⟨It⟩ was a waefu' night yestreen.