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To the fame of your name,
 * when the trumpets ceaſe to blow.

When the fiery fight is heard no more,
 * And the trumpets ceaſe to blow.

O are ye ſleepin' Maggie?
 * O are ye ſleepin' Maggie?

Let me in, for loud the lion
 * Is roarin' o'er the warlock craigie!

Mirk an' rainy is the night,
 * Ne'er a ſtarn keeks thro' the carry,

Lightnings gleam athwart the lift,
 * An' winds drive wi' winter's fury!

Fearfu' foughs the bowr-tree bank!
 * The rifted wood roars wild an' dreary

Loud the iron yate daes clank,
 * An' cry o' howlets maks me eerie.

Aboon my breath I daurna ſpeak,
 * For fear I rouſe your waukriſe Daddy,

Cauld's the blaſt upon my cheek,
 * O riſe, riſe my bonny Lady!