The Road and the Miles to Dundee

Cauld winter was howlin' o'er moorland 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 gi'e, But gin ye permit me to gang a wee bitty I'd show ye the road and the miles to Dundee At once she consented, she gie'd me her arm, Ne'er a word did I spier wha the lassie might be. She appeared like an angel in feature and form As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee At length wi' the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us And the spires of the toon in full view we could see She said, gentle sir, I'll never forget ye For showing me so far on the road to Dundee Then she took the gowd pin that she wore on her bosom. Quo she, tak' ye this in remembrance o' me Then bravely I bent and kissed her sweet lips Ere I parted wi' her on the road to Dundee. Sae here's to my lassie I ne'er can forget her And ilka young laddie wha's listening tae me. O ne'er be asweered to convoy a young lassie Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee