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 yonburnside, ginye maunken,
In a wee house wi’ my minnie.”
But I foorup the glen at e’en.
To see my bonie lassie;
And langbefore the grey morn cam,
She was nahaufsaesaucie.
O weary fa’the waukrife cock,
And the foumartlay his crawin!
He wauken’d the auldwife fraeher sleep,
A weeblinkorthe dawin.
Anangry wife I watshe raise,
And o’er the bed she brocht her;
And wi’a meiklehazel rung
She made her a weel-pay’d dochter.
O fare thee weel, my bonielass,
O fare thee well, my hinnie!
Thou art a gay an’a bonnie lass,
Butthou has a waukrifeminnie.