I'll no wake

O, mother, tell the laird o't,

Or sairly it will grieve me, O,

That I'm to wake the ewes the night,

And Annie's to gang wi' me, O.

I'll wake the ewes my nicht about,

But ne'er wi' ane sae saucy, O,

Nor sit my lane the lee-lang night

Wi' sic a scornfu' lassie, O:

I'll no wake, I'll no wake,

I'll no wake wi' Annie, O;

Nor sit my lane o'er night wi' ane

Sae thraward an' uncanny, O!

Dear son, be wise an' warie,

But never be unmanly, O;

I've heard ye tell another tale

Of young an' charming Annie, O.

The ewes ye wake are fair enough,

Upon the brae sae bonny, O;

But the laird himsel' wad gi'e them a'

To wake the night wi' Annie, O.

He'll no wake, he'll no wake,

He'll no wake wi' Annie, O;

Nor sit his lane o'er night wi' ane

Sae thraward an' uncanny, O!

I tauld ye ear', I tauld ye late,

That lassie wad trapan ye, O;

An' ilka word ye boud to say

When left alane wi' Annie, O!

Take my advice this night for ance,

Or beauty's tongue will ban ye, O,

An' sey your leal auld mother's skill

Ayont the muir wi' Annie, O.

He'll no wake, he'll no wake,

He'll no wake wi' Annie, O.

Nor sit his lane o'er night wl' ane

Sae thraward an' uncanny, O!

The night it was a simmer night,

An' oh! the glen was lanely, O,

For just ae sternie's gowden e'e

Peep'd o'er the hill serenely, O.

The twa are in the flow'ry heath,

Ayont the muir sae flowy, O,

An' but ae plaid between them baith,

An' wasna that right dowie, O?

He maun wake, he maun wake,

He maun wake wi' Annie, O;

An' sit his lane o'er night wi' ane

Sae thraward an' uncanny, O!

Neist morning at his mother's knee

He blest her love unfeign'dly, O;

An' aye the tear fell frae his e'e,

An' aye he clasp'd her kindly, O.

"Of a' my griefs I've got amends,

In yon wild glen sae grassy, O;

A woman only woman kens,—

Your skill has won my lassie, O.

I'll aye wake, I'll aye wake,

I'll aye wake wi' Annie, O,

An' sit my lane ilk night wi' ane

Sae sweet, sae kind, an' canny, O!"