Dumbarton's Drums (traditional)

Dumbarton's drums, they sound so bonnie
When they remind me of my Jeannie
Such fond delight can steal upon me
When Jeannie kneels and sings to me.

Across the fields o’ bounding heather
Dumbarton tolls the hour of pleasure
A song of love which has no measure
When Jeannie kneels and sings to me.

My love she is a bonnie lassie
And I a poor Dumbarton caddie
Some day she’ll be a captains lady
When Jeannie kneels and sings to me.

'Tis 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.

…….
When Jeannie kneels and kisses me