Lyr. Add: CASTLES IN THE AIR

The bonnie, bonnie bairn, who sits poking in the ase,
Glow'ring in the fire wi' his wee rond face;
Laughing at the fuffin lowe abat what sees he there!
Ha! the young dreamer's bigging castles in the air.
His wee chubby face and his fouzie curly pow,
Are laughing and nodding to the dancing lowe;
He'll brown his rosy cheeks, and singe his sunny hair,
Glow'ring at the imps wi' their castles in the air.

Sie a night in winter may weel mak' him cauld;
His brow is bent and braid, O pray that daddy Care
Would let the ween alane wi' his castles in the air!
He'll glower at the fire! and he'll keek at the light!
But mony sparkling stars are swallow'd up by night;
Aulder een than his are glamoured by a glare,
Hearts are broken, heads are turn'd wi' castles in the air.

Third verse not readable; perhaps a better copy at another site (or in a book of Scottish poetry? may not be in this arranged form):
He sees muckle ---

by "W. B.," Published by Oliver Ditson, 1858, Boston.
No idea if this is an original song or arranged from a Scottish lyric or melody.
Sheet music at Levy Sheet Music, Levy