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.