Lyrics

Cold winter was howling o’er moor and o’er mountain
And loud was the surge o’er the dark roaring sea
When I met about daybreak a bonnie wee lassie
Who asked me to show her the road to Dundee.

I said my wee lassie I canna weel tell you
The road and the distance I canna weel gie
But if you’ll permit me to gang a wee bittie
I’ll show you the road and the miles to Dundee.

She quickly consented and gave me her arm
I did not ask her that lassie might be
She appeared like an angel in feature and form
And asked me to show her the road to Dundee.

Now here’s to that lassie I canna forget her
And here’s to you laddies that’s listening to me
Before that you kiss the sweet lips o’ that lassie
Oh ne’er part with her the road to Dundee
Oh ne’er part with her the road to Dundee.

see also   The road to Dundee / Theresa Robinson