O I hae loſt my ſilken ſnood,
that tied my hair sae yellow;
I've gi'en my heart to the lad I loo'd,
⁠he was a gallant fellow.

​Chor. And twine it well my bonny dow,
⁠⁠⁠and twine it weel the plaiden;
⁠⁠The laſſie loſt ber ſilken ſnood,
⁠⁠⁠in pu'ing of the bracken.

He prais'd my e'en, fae bonny blue,
⁠fae lily white my ſkin, O;
And ſyne he pried my bonny mou',
⁠and ſwore it was nae ſin, O. And, &c.

But he has left the laſs he loo'd,
⁠his ain true love forſaken
Which gars me fair to greet the ſnood
⁠I loſt among the bracken. And, &c.