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.
2. Across the fields o' bounding heather
3. '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.
4. My Johnnie is a handsome laddie
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