The poem
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.