Cauld winter was howlin' o'er moor and o'er mountain And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea, When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie, Wha asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.
2. Says I, "My young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye
3. At once she consented and gave me her arm,
4. At length wi' the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us,
5. I took the gowd pin from the scarf on my bosom
6. So here's to the lassie, I ne'er can forget her, |
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