a waukrife minnie

    whare are you gaun, my bonie lass,

    whare are you gaun, my hinnie?

    she answered me right saucilie,

    “an errand for my minnie.”

    o whare live ye, my bonie lass,

    o whare live ye, my hinnie?

    “by yon burnside, gin ye maun ken,

    in a wee house wi' my minnie.”

    but i foor up the glen at e'en.

    to see my bonie lassie;

    and lang before the grey morn cam,

    she was na hauf sae saucie.

    o weary fa' the waukrife cock,

    and the foumart lay his crawin!

    he wauken'd the auld wife frae her sleep,

    a wee blink or the dawin.

    an angry wife i wat she raise,

    and o'er the bed she brocht her;

    and wi' a meikle hazel rung

    she made her a weel-pay'd dochter.

    o fare thee weel, my bonie lass,

    o fare thee well, my hinnie!

    thou art a gay an' a bonnie lass,

    but thou has a waukrife minnie.