The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/Young Donald of Dundee
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Young Donald of 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 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 meet
young Donald o' Dundee.
that 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 meet
young 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.
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 bind
young Donald of Dundee.
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 bind
young Donald of Dundee.