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.