The Road and the Miles

Cauld winter was howlin', o'er moor and o'er mountain And wild was the surge, on the dark rolling sea. When just about daybreak, I met a young lassie, Wha asked me the road, and the miles to Dundee.

Said I' my young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye, The road and the distance, I canna' weel gie, But gin ye permit me, tae gang a wee bit-tie, I'd show you the road, and the miles to Dundee

At once she consented, she gied me her airm, 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

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Then she took the gowd pin, that she wore at her bos-om, Quoth she, tak ye this, in re-mem-brance O' me", Then brave-ly I bent, aye and kissed her sweet lips, E'er I part-ed wi' her, On the road to Dundee

So here's to my lassie, I ne'er can for-get her And il-ka young laddie, wha's list'ning to me, O nev-er be a sweer, to convoy a young lassie Though it's only to show her, the road to Dundee

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