Irish - Are Ye Sleeping Maggie

	  		Em             D 
Mirk and rainy is the night 
       C                      Em 
There' no' a staurn in a' the carry 
                   D 
Lightnings gleam a-thwart the lift 
    C                        Em 
And winds drive wi' winter's fury 
G 
Chor    Oh, are ye sleeping, maggie? 
D 
Oh, are ye sleeping, maggie? 
Em             G 
Let me in, for loud the linn  
  C                         Em        
Is roarin' o'er the warlock craigie 
        Fearfu' soughs the boortree bank 
The rifted wood roars wild and dreary. 
Loud the iron yett does clank, 
And cry of howlets makes me eerie. 

Chor 

Abune my breath I daurna speak 
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie; 
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek, 
O rise, rise my bonnie lady. 

Cho 

She oped the door, she let him in 
He cuist aside his dreepin' plaidie. 
'Blaw your warst, ye rain and win' 
Since, maggie, now I'm in aside ye. 

Chor 
         
Now, since ye're wauken, Maggie, 
Now, since ye're wauken, Maggie, 
What care I for howlet's cry, 
For boortree bank or warlock craigie.