Cauld winter was howlin' o'er moor and o'er mountain
Wild was the surge on 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 if you'll 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 might 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'll never forget ye
For showing me so far on the road to Dundee"

So I took the gowd pin from the scarf on my bosom
-And said "Keep ye this in remembrance 0' 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 forget her
And lika young laddie that's listening to me
O never be sweer to convoy a young lassie
Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee