Bert Jansch - The Road Tae Dundee

Cold winter was howlin' o'er moorland or mountain
And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea
When I met about daybreak a bonnie young 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 gie
But if you'll permit me to gang a wee bittie
I'll show you the road and the miles to Dundee."

The lassie consented and gie me her airm
Not 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
And the spires o' the toon in full view we could see
She said, "Gentle sir, I can never forget ye
For showin' me so far on the road to Dundee

This ring and this purse please accept as a token
And surely there's somethin' that ye can gi'e me
That in years to come I'll the remember laddie
Who showed me the road and the miles to Dundee?"

I took the gold pin frae the scarf on my bosom
And said, "Tak' ye this, in remembrance o' me"
And fondly I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie
And I pairted frae her on the road to Dundee

So here's tae the lassie; I never forget her
And e'vry young laddie wha's listenin' to me
O never be sweir to convey a young lassie
If it's only to show her the road to Dundee