Mah wee lass, mah little red. The loue that kep mi fed. A dinnae ken how come ye hud tae depairt, 'n' wi' ye goes mah hert. I kin greet noo that th' sun haes set, bit ken lik' yer een, the moon does shine. As ye rest yer bonnie heid, ken ah will forever loue ma little red.