Traditional Songs of Scotland
The Road To Dundee
Cauld winter was howlin' o'er moor and o'er mountain,
And wild was the surge on the dark rolling sea,
When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie,
Wha asked me the road and the miles tae Dundee.
Says I, "My young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye;
The road and the distance I canna' weel gie.
But if you'll permit me tae gang a wee bittie,
I'll show ye the road and the miles tae Dundee".
At once she consented and gave me her arm,
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 tae Dundee.
At length wi' the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us,
And the spires o' the toon in full view we could see,
She said "Gentle Sir, I can never forget ye,
For showing me so far on the road tae Dundee".
I took the gowd pin from the scarf on my bosom,
And said "Keep ye this in remembrance o' me.
Then bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie,
E'er I parted wi' her on the road tae Dundee.
So here's tae the lassie, I ne'er can forget her,
And ilka young laddie that's listening to me,
O never be feard to convoy a young lassie,
Though it's only to show her the road tae Dundee.