Donald of Dundee

Young Donald is the blythest lad

That e'er made love to me;

Whene'er he's by my heart is glad,

He seems so gay and free;

Then on his pipe he plays so sweet,

And in his plaid he looks so neat,

It cheers my heart at eve to meet

Young Donald of Dundee.

Whene'er I gang to yonder grove,

Young Sandy follows me,

And fain he wants to be my love,

But ah! it canna be.

Though mither frets both air an' late,

For me to wed this youth I hate;

There's none need hope to gain young Kate

But Donald of Dundee.

When last we rang'd the banks of Tay,

The ring he show'd to me,

And bade me name the bridal-day,

Then happy wou'd he be.

I ken the youth will aye prove kind,

Nae mair my mither will I mind,

Mess John to me shall quickly bind

Young Donald of Dundee.