The Bonnie Lass o Dundee

O' a' the toons that I've been in,

I dearly love Dundee,

It's there the bonnie lassie lives,

The lass I love to see.

Her face is fair, broon is her hair,

And dark blue is her e'e,

And aboon a' the lasses e'er I saw,

There's nane like her to

The bonnie broon-hair'd lassie o' Bonnie Dundee.

I see her in my night dreams,

Wi' her bonnie blue e'e,

And her face it is the fairest,

That ever I did see;

And aboon a' the lassies e'er I eaw,

There's nane like her to me,

For she makes my heart feel lichtsome,

And I'm aye richt glad to

The bonnie broon-hair'd lassie o' Bonnie Dundee.

Her eyes, they beam with innocence,

Most lovely for to see,

And her heart it is as free from guile,

As a child on its mother's knee;

And aboon a' the lasses e'er I saw,

There's nane like her to me,

For she aye seems so happy,

And has a blythe blink in her

The bonnie broon-hair'd lassie o' Bonnie Dundee.

The lassie is tidy in her claes,

Baith neat and clean to see;

And her body's sma and slender,

And a neat foot has she;

And aboon a' the lassies e'er I saw,

There's nane like her to

The bonnie broon-hair'd lassie o' Bonnie Dundee.

She sings like the nightingale,

Richt merrily, or a wee lintie,

Wi' its heart fou' o' glee,

And she's as frisky as a bee;

And aboon a' the lassies e'er I saw,

There's nane like her to

The bonnie broon-hair'd lassie o' Bonnie Dundee.

The lassie is as

As the lily on the lea,

And her mou' it is as

As a cherry on the tree;

And she's a' the world to me,

The bonnie broon-hair'd

Wi' the bonnie blue e'e,

She's the joy o' my

And the flower o' Dundee.