| Cauld winter was howlin' o’er moor and o’er mountain
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| Wild was the surge on the dark rolling sea,
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| When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie,
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| Wha asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.
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| Says I, «My young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye The road and the distance I canna' weel gie.
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| But if you’ll permit me tae gang a wee bittie,
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| I’ll show ye the road and the miles to Dundee».
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| At once she consented and gave me her arm,
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| Ne’er a word did I speir wha the lassie might be,
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| She appeared like an angel in feature and form,
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| As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee.
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| At length wi' the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us,
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| The spires o' the toon in full view we could see,
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| She said «Gentle Sir, I’ll never forget ye For showing me so far on the road to Dundee».
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| So I took the gowd pin from the scarf on my bosom
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| -And said «Keep ye this in remembrance 0' me Then bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie,
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| E’er I parted wi' her on the road to Dundee.
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| So here’s to the lassie, I ne’er forget her,
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| And lika young laddie that’s listening to me,
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| O never be sweer to convoy a young lassie
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| Though it’s only to show her the road to Dundee. |