My bonny curl

I hae a curl, a bricht brown curl,

A bonny, bonny curl o hair,

An close to my heart it nestles warm,

But its brithers dinna ken it s there.

I stole my curl, my silk-saft curl,

My bonny, bonny curl o hair,

An a the nicht it sleeps upon my heart,

But its master doesna ken it s there.

O bricht, bricht curl! O luvely, luvely curl!

O curl o my bonny, bonny dear!

I wad that again ye waur shinin on his head,

But I wad that his head waur here!