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And lang before the gray morn cam',
She wasna half sae saucy.

O weary fa' the waukrife cock,
An' the sumart lay his crawing.
He wauken'd the auld wife frae her nest
A wee blink or the dawing;

Wha straught began to blaw the coal,
To see gif she could ken me;
But I crap out from whare I lay,
And took the fields to skreen me.

She took her by the hair o' the head,
As frae the spence she brought her,
An' wi' a gude green hazel wand,
She's made her a weel paid dochter.

Now fare-thee-weel my bonnie lass,
An' fare-thee weel my lammy,
Tho' thou has a gay, an' a weel-far't face,
Yet thou has a waukrife mammy,