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

Says I' my young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye,

The road and the distance, I canna' weel gie,
But When he permit me, tae gang a wee bittie,
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 speir, wha the lassie micht be

She appeared like an angel, in feature and form,
As she walked by my side, on the road to Dundee


At length wi' the Howe, O' Strathmartine behind us
The spires O' the toon, in full view we could see,
She said gentle sir, I can never forget ye

For showing me far, on the road to dundee

This ring and this purse take to show I am grateful,

And some simple token I trust you'll gie me,
And in times to come I'll remember the laddie,
Wha showed me the road and the miles to Dundee


I took the gowd pin, from the scarf on my bosom,
And said keep ye this, in remembrance O' me,

Then bravely I kissed, the sweet lips O' the lassie
E'er I parted wi' her, On the road to Dundee


So here's to the lassie, I ne'er can forget her
And ilka young laddie, that's list'ning to me,
O never be sweer, to convoy a young lassie

Though it's only to show her, the road to Dundee