The Road and the Miles to Dundee

Cauld winter was howlin’, o’er moor and o’er mountain
And wild was the surge, of the dark rolling sea
When I met about daybreak, a bonnie young lassie,
Wha asked me the road, and the miles to 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 bit-tie,
I’ll show ye the road, and the miles to Dundee
At once she consent-ed, 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 to Dundee
At length wi’ the Howe, O' Strath-mar-tine behind us
The spires O' the toon, in full view we could see,
She said gen-tle sir, I can nev-er for-get ye
For show-ing me far, on the road to dundee
This ring and this purse take to show I am grateful,
And some simple token I trust you'll gie me,
And in times to come I'll remember the laddie,
Wha showed me the road and the miles to Dundee
I took the gowd pin, from the scarf on my bos-om,
And said "keep ye this, in re-mem-brance O' me",
Then brave-ly I kissed, the sweet lips O' the lassie
E’er I part-ed wi’ her, On the road to Dundee
So here's to the lassie, I ne’er can for-get her
And il-ka young laddie, that's list’ning to me,
O nev-er be sweer, to convoy a young lassie
Though it’s only to show her, the road to Dundee

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