Young Donald o' Dundee (1804-1819)/Song 1

by David Vedder

For other versions of this work, see Donald of Dundee.

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 plade he looks so neat,
He charms my heart whene'er I meet
Young Donal' o' Dundee, &c.

Whene'er I gang 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 gain young Kate,
but Donal' o' Dundee, &c.

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 would he be.

I ken the laddie will prove kind,
Nae mare my mother will I mind,
Mess John to me will quickly bind,
Young Donal' o' Dundee, &c.

 

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