Deze Schotse ballad vertelt het verhaal van een jongeman die ontzettend graag uit de storm binnengelaten wil worden om met zijn Maggie te zijn.

Mirk and rainy is the night
There’s no a staurn in a’ the carry
Lichtnin’s gleam athwart the lift
And cauld winds drive wi’ winters fury
Oh, are you sleeping, Maggie
Oh, are you 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

Oh, are you sleeping, Maggie
Oh, are you sleeping, Maggie
Let me in, for loud the linn
Is howling ower the warlock Craigie

Abune ma breath, I daurnae speak
For fear I rouse your waukrife Dadd
Cauld’s the blast upon my cheek
O rise, o rise my bonnie lady

Oh, are you sleeping, Maggie
Oh, are you sleeping, Maggie
Let me in, for loud the linn
Is howling ower the warlock Craigie
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’ min aside ye

Noo, since your waukin’ Maggie
Noo, since your waukin’ Maggie
What care I for hoolits cry
For boortree bank or the warlock Craigie