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Then on his pipe he plays so sweet,
And in his plaid he 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 he wants to be my love
But ah ! it canna be.
Tho' mithers frets both ear' and late,
For me to wed this youth I hate,
There's nane need hope to gain young Kate
But Donald of Dundee.

When last we ranged the banks of Tay
The ring he showed to me,
And bade me name the bridal day,
Then happy would 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.


WHEN I WAS YOUNG.

When I was young and in my prime,
My mother selt good ale;
I let the young men kiss my mouth,
But guarded well my tail