There’s no a nook in a the land,
By mountain, moss or fell,
There’s naething half sae canty, grand
As blithe Dumbarton’s dell.
And wou’d you speir the reason why,
The truth I’ll fairly tell.
A winsome lassie lives hard by
Dumbarton’s bonnie dell.
Up by yon glen Loch Lomond laves,
And bold Macgregors dwell,