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.