A Waukrife Minnie

Robert Burns

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.

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