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But I rubbit at my een, and I thought I would swoon,
How the carle had come round about our ain Bessie Lee.
The wee laughing lassie was a gudewife growing auld, —
Twa weans at her apron and ane on her knee ;
She was douce, too, and wise-like— and wisdom's sae cauld : —
I would rather had the ither ane than this Bessie Lee.
From Robert Nicoll's Poems, published by Blackie & Son, 3S Queen-St. Glasgow,
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0! ARE YE SLEEPING, MAGGIE?
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Mirk and rai-ny is tbe night, No a star'n in a' the car-ry;
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ath - wart the lift, And winds drive wi' win - ter's fu - ry.
ght-nings gleam ath -wart the lilt, Ana wmas anve wr win - w
O! are ye sleep -ing, Mag-gie? 0! are ye sleep -ing, Mag - gie?
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Let me in, for loud the linn Is roar -ing
Fearfu' soughs the boortree bank,
The rifted wood roars wild and drearie ;
Loud the iron yett does clank,
And cry o' howlets makes me eerie.
O ! are ye sleeping, Maggie ? &c.
Aboon my breath I daurna speak,
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie ;
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek,
O ! rise, rise, my bonnie lady !
O! are ye sleeping, Maggie? &c.
She opt the door, she let him in ;
He coost aside his cheeping plaidie ;
Blaw your warst, ye rain and win',
Since, Maggie, now I'm in aside ye.
Now since ye're waking, Maggie !
Now since ye're waking, Maggie !
What care I for howlet's cry,
For boortree bank, or warlock craigie.