
Dumbarton's Drums Chorus Dumbarton's drums, they sound sae bonnie. When they remind me o' my Jeannie. Such fond delight, can steal upon me. When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me. Across the hills o' burnin' heather, Dumbarton tolls the hour o' pleasure. A song of love, that has no measure, When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me. Chorus It's she alone, who can delight me, As gracefully, she doth invite me. And when her tender arms enfold me, The blackest night, can turn and flee. Chorus When Jeannie kneels and sings tae me. When Jeannie kneels and kisses me.
Music; traditional. Content copyright © 2000 held by the author; Ian Hall.