I listen to Dougie MacLean's Tribute album quite often, and the same lyrics appear on this site: 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. 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. 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 your waukin' Maggie, What care I for hoolits cry, For boortree bank or warlock Craigie. I suppose a literal translation might be a bit "randy", but am not sure...
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