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And I’ll drink a health to my prentice boy.
Lal de, &c.
Come all your apprentices where-e’er you be,
Don’t ſlight your old loves when you are free,
But love them dearly as you love your life,
Do as I’ve done, make them your wife.
Lal de, &c.

Young Donald is the blitheſt lad,
That e’er made love to me;
When he is by my heart is glad,
He’s aye ſo blithe and free;
Then on his pipe he plays ſo ſweet,
And in his plaid he looks ſo neat,
It cheers my heart at e’en to meet
Young Donald o’ Dundee.

Whene’er I gang to yonder grove,
Young Sandy follows me
And fain he wants to be my love,
But, ah! it canna be:
Though mither frets baith ſoon and late,
For me to wed this youth I hate;
There’s nane need hope to gain young Kate
But Donald o’ Dundee.

When laſt we rang’d the banks o’ Tay,
The ring he ſhew’d to me,