The chapter of kings, a new royal song/Donald of Dundee

by David Vedder

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DONALD OF DUNDEE.

Young Donald is the blitheſt 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 he plays to 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 grave,
Young Sandy follows me,
And ſain he wants to be my love,
But ah! it canna be;
Tho' mither frets both ſoon 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 ſhew'd to me,
And bade me name the bridal day,
Then happy wou'd he be:
I ken the youth will aye prove kind,
Nae mair my mither will I mind,
Meis John to me shall' quickly bind
Young Donald of Dundee.

FINIS.