with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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But I foor up the gleu at een,
To see my bonie lassie ;
And lang before the gray 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 brought her
And wi' a mickle hazle rung
She made her a weel pay'd dochter.
O fare thee weel, my bonie lass
O fare thee weel, my hinnie !
Thou art a gay and a bonie lass.
But thou hast a waukrife minnie.^
* The peasantry have a verse superior to some of those reGO«
vered by Burns, which is worthy of notice.— Ed.
O though thy hair was gowden weft,
An' thy lips o' drapping hinnie,
Thou hast gotten the clog that winna cling
For a' you're waukrife minnie."
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