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 een.
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 waukend the auld wife frae her sleep,
A wee blink or the dawin.
An angry wife I wat she raise,
And oer the bed she brocht her;
And wi a meikle hazel rung
She made her a weel-payd 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.
