Cauld winter was howlin' o'er moor and o'er mountain,
And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea,
When just about daybreak I met a young lassie,
Wha asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.
Says I, "My young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye
The road and the distance I canna' weel gie.
But if you'll permit me tae gang a wee bittie,
I'll show ye the road and the miles to Dundee".
At once she consented and gave me her arm,
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.
I took the gowd pin from the scarf on my bosom -
And said "Keep ye this in remembrance o' me
Then bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie,
E'er I parted wi' her on the road to Dundee.
So here's to the lassie, I ne'er can forget her,
And lika young laddie that's listening to me,
O never be sweer to convoy a young lassie
Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee.