Are Ye Sleeping Maggie

by Tannahill Weavers

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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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Track Name: Are Ye Sleeping Maggie
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.
Track Name: Ferrickside/The Laundry at Drummond Castle
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.
Track Name: Birnie Bouzle
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.
Track Name: Cam Ye by Atholl
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.
Track Name: The Gypsie Laddie
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.
Track Name: The Overgate
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!
Track Name: My Love's in Germanie
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
Track Name: Ca' the Yowes
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.