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 Tho' mither frets both ere 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 banks o' Tay,
 * The ring he showed to me,

And bade me name the bridal day,
 * Then Happy would be be.

ken the youth will aye prove kind, Nae mair my nither will I mind, Mess John to me shall quickly bind
 * Young Donald of Dundee.

When I was in my se'enteen year,
 * I was baith young and bonnie, O;

The lads lo'ed me baith fair and near,
 * But I lo'ed nane but, Johnny O.

He gain'd my heart in twa three weeks,
 * He spake sae blyth and kindly, O,

And I made him new grey breeks,
 * That fitted him most finely O.

He was a handsome fellow;
 * His humour was baith frank an' free,

His bonnie locks sae yellow,
 * like gowd they glittered in my e'e;