| Lyrics: | 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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