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.