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Let me in ⟨for loud the⟩ linn
Is roaring o'er the warlock craigie.
Fearfu’ soughs the boor-tree bank;
The ⟨rifted⟩ ⟨wood⟩ ⟨roars⟩ wild an’ dreary,
Loud the iron yate does clank,
And cry o’ howlets maks me eerie.
O are ye sleepin’, Maggy, &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 op’t the door, she’s let him in,
He cuist aside his dreeping plaidie;
“Blaw your warst ye rain an’ win’,
Since now I’m in aside ye, Maggy.”
BANKS OF BANNA.
Shepherds, I have lost my love,
Have you seen my Anna,
Pride of ev’ry shady grove,
Upon the banks of Banna?
I for her my home forsook,
Near yon misty mountain,
Left my flock, my pipe, my crook
Greenwood shade, and fountain.
Never shall I see them more,
Until her returning;
All the joys of life are o’er,
From ⟨gladness⟩ changed to mourning.
Whither is my charmer flown!
Shepherds, tell me whither?
Ah, woe for me! perhaps she’s gone
For ever, and for ever.
