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Aboon my breath I daurna speak',
For fear I rouse your wakerife daddio,
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek,
O rise, rise, my bonny lady!
O are you sleeping, Maggie, &c.

She opt the door, she let him in,
He euist aside his dreeping plaidie;
"Blaw your warst, ye rain and win',
Since, Maggie, now I'm in beside ye.

CHORUS
Now since ye're waking, Maggie,
Now since ye're waking, Maggie!
What care I for the howlet's ery,
For boortree bank, or warloek craigie!

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RAB RORYSON'S BONNET.
Ye'll a' ha'e heard tell o' Rab Roryson's bonnet,
Ye'll a' ha'e heard tell o' Rab Roryson's bonnet,
'Twas no for itsel', 'twas the head that was in it,
Gar'd a' bodies talk o' Rab Roryson's bonnet.

This bonnet, that theekit his wonderfu' head,
Was his shelter in winter, in summer his shade,
And at kirk or at market, or bridals I ween,
A braw gaucier bonnet there never was seen.

Wi' a round rosy tap, like a meikle blackboyd,
It was slouched just a kenning on either hand side,
Somo maintain'd it was blaek, some maintain'd it was blue,
It had something o' baith as a body may trow.

But, in sooth, I assure you, for ought that I saw,
Still his bonnet had naething uncommon ava,
Tho' the hail parish talk'd o' Rab Roryson's bonnet,
'Twas a' for the marvellous head that was in it.