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Young Donald of Dundee.
Young Donald was the biytheſt lad
that e'er made love to me ;
Whene'er he's by, my heart is glad,
he looks ſae gay and free:
While on his pipe he plays ſae ſweet,
And in his plaid he looks ſo neat,
He cherms my heart when at eve I meet
young Donald o' Dundee.
When I go to yonder grove,
young Sandy follows me;
diſain he wants to be my love,
bu O he canna be :
Tho' mother fret baith ſoon and late,
For me to wed this youth I hate,
There's nane can think to gain young Kate,
but Donald o' Dundee.
When laſt I rang'd the banks of Tay,
the ring he ſhow'd to me,
And bade me name the bridal day,
and happy wou'd he be:
I ken the laddie will prove kind,
No more any mother will I mind,
M(illegible text)to me will quickly bind
young Donald of Dundee.
