This song is performed by Old Blind Dogs and appears on the album Four On The Floor (2007).
As I rode down by Brig o' Dye and past yon hill o' broom,
A maiden sang right merrily just as the sun gaed doon,
Sayin' Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare, and cauld lies Clach na Benn,
And you can see the snaw lyin' there alang the summer's end.
Well I lighted aff my dapple grey and walked by her side,
Sayin' la**ie I hae lost ma way upon yer moor sae wide,
Oh waur me o' yer face sae fair, yer een sae bonnie blue,
And the langest day I'll blithely share tae kiss your cherry mou'.
Sayin' Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare, and cauld lies Clach na Benn,
And you can see the snaw lyin' there alang the summer's end.
Oh la**ie will ye gang wi' me and leave your caulrife glen,
Wi' a' ma kin ye'll beir the gree, there's wealth baith but and ben,
Wi' silks and satins bosky braw, and ribbons for yer hair,
And maids tae answer when ye ca', sae can ye wish for mair?
Sayin' Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare, and cauld lies Clach na Benn,
And you can see the snaw lyin' there alang the summer's end.
Oh la**ie ye maun think a wie, my lands are far and wide,
I've gold in banks and ships at sea, sae come and be my bride,
My faither's left me lordships twa, a coach at my command,
I'll mak ye lady o' them a' if ye'll gie me yer hand.
Sayin' Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare, and cauld lies Clach na Benn,
And you can see the snaw lyin' there alang the summer's end.
Oh, la**ie think ye: Donald's poor, has neither horse nor coo,
A shepherd strugglin' ower the moor is no' a match for you,
Oh, Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare and cauld lies Clach na Benn,
And I'd rather meet my Donald here than be fair Scotland's queen.
Sayin' Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare, and cauld lies Clach na Benn,
And you can see the snaw lyin' there alang the summer's end.
Oh, la**ie I am loath tae tell, ye throw yer love awa',
Yer Donald brawly kens himsel' last gloamin's what I saw,
As I rode by his sheilin' door I spied a heilan maid,
And yer Donald kissed her ower and ower an' row'd her in his plaid.
Sayin' Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare, and cauld lies Clach na Benn,
And you can see the snaw lyin' there alang the summer's end.
Though you would swear a solemn oath what you hae told to me,
I widnae dread my Donald's faith, but say, “Base loun, ye lie!”,
It's he's thrown off his lallan dress, combed down his yellow hair,
Sayin' la**ie you've been true tae me and now we'll pairt nae mair.
Sayin' Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare, and cauld lies Clach na Benn,
And you can see the snaw lyin' there alang the summer's end.
Nae mair I'm shepherd o' the glen but laird a'yont the Dee,
And since ye hae been true tae me I'll aye prove true tae thee,
Oh Cairn o' Mount is bleak and bare, and cauld lies Clach na Benn,
And you can see the snaw lyin' there alang the summer's end.