Cauld winter was howlin' o'er moorland 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 gi'e,
But gin ye permit me to gang a wee bitty
I'd show ye the road and the miles to Dundee
At once she consented, she gie'd me her arm,
Ne'er a word did I spier wha the lassie might be.
She appeared like an angel in feature and form
As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee
At length wi' the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us
And the spires of the toon in full view we could see
She said, gentle sir, I'll never forget ye
For showing me so far on the road to Dundee
Then she took the gowd pin that she wore on her bosom.
Quo she, tak' ye this in remembrance o' me
Then bravely I bent and kissed her sweet lips
Ere I parted wi' her on the road to Dundee.
Sae here's to my lassie I ne'er can forget her
And ilka young laddie wha's listening tae me.
O ne'er be asweered to convoy a young lassie
Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee