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 Aboon my breath I daurna speak,

For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie;

Cauld's the blast upon my cheek;

O rise, rise, my bonny lady!

O are ye, &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.

Now since ye're waking, Maggie,

Now since ye're waking, Maggie,

What care I for howlets' cry,

For boortree bank, or warlock craigie

 

As I came by Loch-Erroch side,

The lofty hills surveying,

The water clear, the heather blooms,

Their fragrance sweet conveying,

I met, unsought, my lovely maid,

I found her like May morning;

With graces sweet, and charms so rare,

Her person all adorning.