Robert Burns - A Waukrife Minnie lyrics

Whare are you gaun, my bonie la**, Whare are you gaun, my hinnie? She answered me right saucilie, "An errand for my minnie." O whare live ye, my bonie la**, 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 la**ie; And lang before the grey morn cam, She was na hauf sae saucie. O weary fa' the waukrife co*k, 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 la**, O fare thee well, my hinnie! Thou art a gay an' a bonnie la**, But thou has a waukrife minnie.