Hurrah for the Bonnets of Blue (Glasgow, 1829)/Donald of Dundee
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DONALD OF DUNDEE.
Young Donald is the blythest lad
That e'er made love to me,
Whene’er he’s by, my heart is glad,
He seems so gay and free;
Then on his pipe be plays so sweet,
And in bis plaid be looks so neat,
It cheers my heart at eve to meet,
Young Donald of Dundee.
That e'er made love to me,
Whene’er he’s by, my heart is glad,
He seems so gay and free;
Then on his pipe be plays so sweet,
And in bis plaid be looks so neat,
It cheers my heart at eve to meet,
Young Donald of Dundee.
Whene’er I gang to yonder grove,
Young Sandy follows me,
And fain be wants to be my love,
But ah, it canna be.
Tho mither frets both air and late.
For me to wed this youth-I hate;
There’s none need hope to gain young Kate
But Donald of Dundee.
Young Sandy follows me,
And fain be wants to be my love,
But ah, it canna be.
Tho mither frets both air and late.
For me to wed this youth-I hate;
There’s none need hope to gain young Kate
But Donald of Dundee.
When last we rang’d the banks of Tay,
The ring he show’d to me,
And bade me name the bridal-day,
Then happy woo'd he be.
I ken the youth will aye prove kind.
Nae mair my mither will I mind.
Mess John to me shall quickly bind
Young Donald of Dundee.
The ring he show’d to me,
And bade me name the bridal-day,
Then happy woo'd he be.
I ken the youth will aye prove kind.
Nae mair my mither will I mind.
Mess John to me shall quickly bind
Young Donald of Dundee.