Bonnie Dundee

Tae the Lords o’ convention ‘twas Claverhouse spoke

E’er the King’s Crown go down there are crowns to be

broke

So each caviler who loves honor and me

Let him follow the bonnets o’ Bonnie Dundee

Chorus:

Come fill up my cup, come fill up can

Come saddle my horses and call out my men

Unhook the West Port and let us gae free

For it’s up with the bonnets o’ Bonnie Dundee

Dundee he is mounted and rides up the street

The bells tae ring backwards, the drums tae are beat

But the provost douce man says, ‘Just let it be.’

When the toon is well rid o’ that devil Dundee

Chorus

There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth

Be there lords in the south, there are chiefs in the

north

There are brave downie wassles three thousand times

three

Cry hey for the bonnets o’ Bonnie Dundee

Chorus

Then awa tae the hill to the lee and the rocks

Ere I own a usurper I’ll crouch with the fox

So tremble false wigs in the midst of yer glee

For you’ve no seen the last of my bonnets and me

Chorus