Sixteen Come Next Sunday

As I went down yon heathery morn
I met a bonnie wee lassie
She winked at me and passed me by
And oh but she was handsome

With me trattikan-nattikan nan to nay
With my trattikan-nattikan-i-doe

Where are you going my bonnie wee lass?
Where are you going my honey?
Quite mannerly she answered me
"Got a message for my mammy"

Oh what's your age my bonnie wee lass?
Oh what's your age my honey?
Quite mannerly she answered me
"I'll be sixteen come next Sunday"

Oh where do you live, my bonnie wee lass?
Oh where do you live, my honey?
Quite mannerly she answered me
"Way down in yon green valley"

Oh where do you lie, my bonnie wee lass?
Oh where do you lie, my honey?
Quite mannerly she answered me
"On a bed behind my mammy"

Will you marry me, my bonnie wee lass?
Will you marry me, my honey?
Quite mannerly she answered me
"Would you wait, till I ask my mammy"

If I go down tomorrow night
With a moon being shining clearly
Would you open the door and let me in
If your mammy she won't hear me

As I went down to her house
Her mammy chanced to hear me
She pulled her daughter by the hair
And she hit her three times over