Dumbarton's drums, they
sound so bonnie
And they remind me of my Johnnie
Such fond delight doth steal upon me
When Johnnie kneels and kisses me.
Across the fields o' bounding heather
Dumbarton tolls the hour of pleasure
A song of love that's without measure
When Johnnie sings his songs to me.
'Tis he alone that can delight me
His roving eye, it doth invite me
And when his tender arms enfold me
The blackest night doth turn and flee.
My Johnnie is a handsome laddie
And though he is Dumbarton's caddie
Some day I'll be a captain's lady
When Johnnie tends his vows to me. |