Are Ye Sleeping Maggie

by Tannahill Weavers

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Mirk and rainy is the nicht, there's no' a staum in a' the carry Lichtnin's gleam athwart the lift, and cauld winds drive wi' winters fury. Chorus: Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie let me in, for loud the linn is howling ower the warlock Craigie. Fearfu' soughs the boortree bank, the rifted wood roars wild and dreary Loud the iron yett does clank, the cry of hoolits mak's me eerie. Chorus Abune ma breath, I daurnae speak, for fear I rouse your waukrife Daddy Cauld's the blast upon my cheek, O rise, O rise my bonnie lady. Chorus She's ope'd the door, she's let him in, she's cuist aside his dreepin plaidie Blaw yer warst ye rain and wind, for Maggie noo I'm an aside ye. Noo since your waukin' Maggie, noo since yer waukin' Maggie What care I for hoolits cry, for boortree bank or warlock Craigie.
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Mirk and rainy is the nicht, there's no' a staum in a' the carry Lichtnin's gleam athwart the lift, and cauld winds drive wi' winters fury. Chorus: Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie Oh, are ye sleeping Maggie let me in, for loud the linn is howling ower the warlock Craigie. Fearfu' soughs the boortree bank, the rifted wood roars wild and dreary Loud the iron yett does clank, the cry of hoolits mak's me eerie. Chorus Abune ma breath, I daurnae speak, for fear I rouse your waukrife Daddy Cauld's the blast upon my cheek, O rise, O rise my bonnie lady. Chorus She's ope'd the door, she's let him in, she's cuist aside his dreepin plaidie Blaw yer warst ye rain and wind, for Maggie noo I'm an aside ye. Noo since your waukin' Maggie, noo since yer waukin' Maggie What care I for hoolits cry, for boortree bank or warlock Craigie.
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Gin ye'll marry me, lassie, at the kirk o' Birnie Bouzle Till the day ye die, lassie, ye will ne'er repent it. Ye will gang sae braw, lassie, tae the kirk o' Birnie Bouzle Little brogues an' a' lassie, vow but ye'll be canty. Your wee bit tochter's a' but small, but hoddin grey will wear for tha' I'll save my siller tae mak' ye braw, and ye will ne'er repent it. We'll hae bonnie bairns and a', some lassies fair and laddies braw Like their mither ane and a', and your faither he's consented. I'll hunt the otter and the brock, the hart, the hare, and heather-cock And pu' ye limpets frae the rock, tae mak ye dishes dainty.
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Cam ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg Doon frae the Tummel or banks o' the Garry Saw ye the lads wi' their bonnets and white cockades Doon fae their mountains tae follow Prince Charlie. I hae but one son, gallant young Donald But had I ten, they would follow Glengarry Helped by MacDonald and gallant clan Ronald These are the men that would die for Prince Charlie. It's I'll go tae Lochiel and I'll bend and I'll kneel tae them Lord o' Moray and Roy of Kilairdie Brave MacIntosh, he will fly tae the fields wi' them These are the men I would trust wi' my Chairlie. Doon through the lowlands, doon wi' the Whigamore Loyal true Hielan' man doon wi' them rarely Ronald and Donald ride on wi' the broad Claymore O'er the necks o' the foes o' Prince Charlie. Follow ye, follow ye, wha' widnae follow ye Lang hae ye loo'd us and trusted us fairly Chairlie, O Chairlie, wha widnae follow ye King o' the Hielan' hearts, Bonnie Prince Chairlie.
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There were three gypsies in a row, and oh but they were bonnie o They sang sae sweet and sae complete they've stolen the heart of a lady o Laddie o, laddie o, follow the gypsy laddie o. It's ye'll tak' aff that silken goon, and put on this tartan plaidie o And ye'll come awa' this lee-lang-nicht, and follow the gypsy laddie o. Lord Castles he's cam hame at e'en, enquiring for his lady-o The hounds is run, the hawks is flown, and the gypsy's awa' wi' yer lady o. Come saddle tae me the black, the black, mak haste and soon be ready o For meat and drink I winna taste, till I get back to my lady o. And he's rode east, and he's rode west, till he's cam tae yonder boggie o And there he spied the well-faured maid, in the arms of the gypsy laddie o. Will ye come wi' me, my honey and my heart, will ye come wi' me my lady o And I swear by the sword, that hangs by my side the black band ne'er shall steal ye o. I winnae come wi' you my honey and my heart, I winnae come wi' you my dearie o Till I hae drank the breest I brewed and that's in the water o' the Eerie o.
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The Overgate 02:05
As I cam in the Overgate I met a bonnie wee lass She winked at me wi' the tail o' her e'e as I went roving past Wi' my rovin eye, fal-di-do-die, rovin' eye down-derry. I asked her what her name might be, she said 'Jemima Rose' And I live in the Blaeberry Lane, at the fit o' the Buchan Close. She took me up the winding stairs, them being lang and dark The money frae oot o' ma inside pooch, I tied to the tail o' my sark. We scarcely had got in the hoose, she took me to her room And there she pulled the bottle oot, before we baith sat doon. And a' nicht lang I dreamed that I was lying wi' Mima Rose When I awoke I was on my arse at the fit o' the Buchan Close. So come a' ye jolly Plooman Lads, that gan oot for a walk The money frae oot o' yer inside pooch, tie on tae the tail o' yer sark!
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My love's in Germanie, send him hame, send him hame My love's in Germanie, send him hame My love's in Germanie, fighting for Royalty He'll ne'er his Jeannie see, send him hame, send him hame He'll ne'er his Jeannie see, send him hame He's brave as brave can be, send him hame, send him hame He's brave as brave can be, send him hame He's brave as brave can be, he'd rather fa' than flee His life is dear to me, send him hame, send him hame His life is dear to me, send him hame I fear he'll ne'er come hame, Wullie's slain, Wullie's slain I fear he'll ne'er come hame, Wullie's slain He'll ne'er come o'er the sea, tae his love and ain countrie This world's nae mair for me, Wullie's gane, Wullie's gane This world's nae mair for me, Wullie's slain
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Ca' the yowes tae the knowes, ca' them whaur the heather grows Ca' them whaur the burnie rows, my bonnie dearie. Hark the mavis evening sang, spreading Cluden's wood amang Then a-faulding let us gang, my bonnie dearie. We'll gae doon by Cluden's side, through the hazels spreading wide past the waves that sweetly glide, to the moon sae clearly. Ghaist nor bogie shalt thou fear; thou'rt to love and heaven sae dear Nocht of ill may come thee near, my bonnie dearie. Fair and lovely as thou art, thou hast stown my very heart I can die - but cannae part - my bonnie dearie.

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released June 1, 1976

Roy Gullane: guitar, tenor banjo, mandolin, vocals
Hudson Swan: bouzouki, vocals, fiddle, glockenspiel, mandolin
Dougie MacLean: fiddle, mandolin, vvocals, guitar, tenor banjo
Phil Smillie: flute, whistle, voccals, bodhran

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