Somewhere, a ship and crew
Sails o'er the ocean blue
Bringing, oh, bringing
My bonnie back to me

That's why the [bad word] are [bad word] That's why the
Pipes are humming
My Bonnie [bad word] Coming to me
 [bad word] in my heart are [bad word] I hear the bagpipes humming
My Bonnie [bad word] over the sea

My heart with her, she's bringing
I hear the blue bells ringing
Soon we'll be highland flinging
My love and me

I'll meet her at the shore
Playing the pipes for her
Dressed in a kilt and
tam o'shanter too
 [bad word] in my heart are [bad word] I hear the bagpipes humming
My Bonnie [bad word] Coming to me

Sad are the lads she's leaving
Many a sigh they're heaving
Even the heaven's grieving
Crying with dew

She's left her native island [bad word] and live in my land
She'll love the folks who smile
And say, howdy do

I'll meet her at the shore
Playing the pipes for her
Dressed in a kilt and
tam o'shanter too
 [bad word] in my heart are [bad word] I hear the bagpipes humming
My Bonnie [bad word] Coming to [bad word] to me