The Road And The Miles To Dundee - Carl Wilson
Cold winter was howling o'er moorland and mountain
And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea
When just about daybreak I spied a wee lassie
Who 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 gi'e
But if you'll permit me to gang a wee bitty
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 spier wha the lassie might be
She appeared like an angel in feature and form
As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee
I true the gowd ring from the sky I was widing
Quo she tak' ye this in remembrance o' me
So bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie
Ere I parted wi' her on the road to Dundee
So here's to that lassie I canna forget her
And ilka young laddie wha's listening tae me
O never be sweered to convey a young lassie
Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee
Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee
