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Aboon my breath I darna' speak,
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie,
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek,
O rise, rise, my bonny lady !
O are ye sleeping, Maggie, &c.
She opt the door, she let him in,
He cuist aside his dreeping plaidie;
" Blaw your warst, ye rain and win',
" Since, Maggie, now I'm in aside ye.
CHORUS.
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 !
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