| My love he is a handsome laddie
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| And though he is Dumbarton’s caddie
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| Some day I’ll be a captain’s lady
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| When Johnnie tends his vows tae me
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| Dumbarton’s drums they sound sae bonnie
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| When they remind me o' my Johnnie
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| What fond delight can steal upon me
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| When Johnnie kneels and kisses me
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| Across the hills of bounding heather
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| Dumbarton tolls the hour of pleasure
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| The joy I feel will ken nae measure
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| When Johnnie kneels and sings tae me
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| Dumbarton’s drums they sound sae bonnie
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| When they remind me o' my Johnnie
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| What fond delight can steal upon me
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| When Johnnie kneels and kisses me
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| Tis he alone that can delight me
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| His graceful eye it does invite me
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| And when his tender arms enfold me
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| The blackest night will turn and die
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| Dumbarton’s drums they sound sae bonnie
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| When they remind me o' my Johnnie
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| What fond delight can steal upon me
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| When Johnnie kneels and kisses me
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| Dumbarton’s drums they sound sae bonnie
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| When they remind me o' my Johnnie
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| What fond delight can steal upon me
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| When Johnnie kneels and kisses me |