Robert Tannahill, The Singers' Companion — O are ye Sleepin' Maggie (1840s)
“ No a starn in a’ the carry, Lightnings gleam athwart the lift, An’ winds drive wi’ winters fury Fearfu’ soughs the boor tree bank, The rifted wood roars wild an’ dreary, Loud the iron yate does clank, An’ cry o’ howlets maks me eerie, O are ye sleepin’ Maggie, &c. ”
