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 12 Cruel remembrance, ah ! why wilt thou wreck me, Brooding o'er joys that for ever are flown ? Cruel remembrance, in pity forsake me, Flee to some bosom where grief is unknown !

O ARE YE SLEEPIN, MAGGIE ? Mirk and rainy is the night, No a starn in a' the carry; Lightnings gleam athwart the lift, And winds drive wi' Winter's fury. O are you sleeping, Maggie ? O are you sleeping, Maggie? Let me in, for loud the line Is roaring o'er the warlock craigie. Fearful soughs the boortree bank, The rifted woods roar wild and dreary, Loud the iron yate does clank, And cry of howlets make me eerie. Aboon my breath I daurna speak, For fear I rouse your wakerife daddie, Cauld's the blast upon my cheek, O rise, rise, my bonny lady. 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 beside ye. Now since ye're waking, Maggie, Now since ye're waking, Maggie, What care I for the howlet's cry, For boortree bank, or warlock craigie !