LADDIE WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR



O, laddie with the golden hair

In wavy ringlets flowing;

O, laddie with the golden hair

Thy locks were my undoing.



THy beauty drew ny heart to thee,

Though now I am deceived;

The promises you made to me,

My too fond heart believed.



O, would I were in yonder glen,

A-roaming with my dearie;

My heart would wake to joy again,

Though now tis sad and weary.



If I were dressed in satins rare,

Although of lowly station,

I'd to thy stately halls repair,

And face each proud relation.



O, laddie with the golden hair,

In wavy ringlets flowing;

O, laddie with the golden hair,

Thy locks were my undoing.



@Scots @love

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