Текст песни Misc Traditional - Irish - Are Ye Sleeping Maggie

Mirk and rainy is the night
There' no' a staurn in a' the carry
Lightnings gleam a-thwart the lift
And winds drive wi' winter's fury
Chor    Oh, are ye sleeping, maggie?
Oh, are ye sleeping, maggie?
Let me in, for loud the linn 
Is roarin' o'er the warlock craigie
        Fearfu' soughs the boortree bank
The rifted wood roars wild and dreary.
Loud the iron yett does clank,
And cry of howlets makes me eerie.

Chor

Abune 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.

Cho

She oped the door, she let him in
He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie.
'Blaw your warst, ye rain and win'
Since, maggie, now I'm in aside ye.

Chor

Now, since ye're wauken, Maggie,
Now, since ye're wauken, Maggie,
What care I for howlet's cry,
For boortree bank or warlock craigie.