The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/Young Donald of Dundee
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Young Donald of Dundee.
Young Donald was the blythest ladthat 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 meetyoung Donald o' Dundee.
When I go to yonder grove,young Sandy follows me;And fain he wants to be my love,but 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 my mother will I mind,Mess ⟨John⟩ to me will quickly bindyoung Donald of Dundee.