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.