Lyrics The Road & the Miles To Dundee - Andy Stewart

The Road & the Miles To Dundee

Cauld winter was howlin', o’er moor and o’er mountain
And wild was the surge, on the dark rolling sea.
When just about daybreak, I met a young lassie,
Wha asked me the road, and the miles to Dundee.
Said I' my young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye,
The road and the distance, I canna' weel gie,
But gin ye permit me, tae gang a wee bit-tie,
I’d show you the road, and the miles to Dundee
At once she consented, she gied me her airm,
Ne' er a word did I speir, wha the lassie micht be.
She appeared like an angel, in feature and form,
As she walked by my side, on the road to Dundee.
Then she took the gowd pin, that she wore at her bos-om,
Quoth she, tak ye this, in re-mem-brance O' me",
Then brave-ly I bent, aye and kissed her sweet lips,
E’er I part-ed wi' her, On the road to Dundee
So here’s to my lassie, I ne’er can for-get her
And il-ka young laddie, wha’s list’ning to me,
O nev-er be a sweer, to convoy a young lassie
Though it’s only to show her, the road to Dundee