a waukrife nie
whare are you gaun, y bonie ss,
whare are you gaun, y hnie?
she answered right saucilie,
“an errand for y nie”
o whare live ye, y bonie ss,
o whare live ye, y hnie?
“by yon burnside, g ye aun ken,
a wee hoe wi&039; y nie”
but i foor up the glen at e&039;en
to see y bonie ssie;
and ng before the grey orn ca,
she was na hauf sae saucie
o weary fa&039; the waukrife ck,
and the fouart y his cra!
he wauken&039;d the auld wife frae her sleep,
a wee blk or the da
an angry wife i wat she raise,
and o&039;er the bed she brocht her;
and wi&039; a ikle hazel rung
she ade her a weel-pay&039;d dochter
o fare thee weel, y bonie ss,
o fare thee well, y hnie!
thou art a gay an&039; a bonnie ss,
but thou has a waukrife nie
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