O, laddie with the golden hair
In wavy ringlets flowing
O, laddie with the golden hair
Thy locks were my undoing

Thy beauty drew my 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