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Young Donald o' Dundee.
YOUNG Donald was the blythest lad
that e’er made love to me,
Whene’er he’s by my heart is glad
he looks so gay and free.
While on his pipe he plays so sweet;
and in his plaid he ⟨looks⟩ so neat,
He charms my heart ⟨whene’er⟩ I meet
young Donal’ o’ Dundee, &c.
Whene’er I gang down to yonder grove,
young Sandie follows me,
And fain he wants to be my love,
but that he cannot be.
Tho’ mother fret both soon and late;
for me to wed this youth I hate;
There’s nane may think to gun young Kate,
but Donal’ o’ Dundee.
When last I rang’d the banks of Tay,
the ring he show’d to me,
And had me name the bridal day,
and happy would he be.
⟨I ken⟩ the laddie will prove kind,
nae nair my mother will I mind,
⟨Mess⟩ John to me will quickly bind,
young Donal’ o’ Dundee, &c.
FINIS.
