The Music Of Scotland |
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Bonnie Dundee |
Tae the lairds i' convention t'was Claverhouse spoke E'er the Kings crown go down, there are crowns to be broke Then each cavalier who loves honour and me Let him follow the bonnet o' bonnie Dundee. Chorus Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can Come saddle my horses and call out my men Unhook the west port and let us gae free, For it's up wi' the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee! Dundee he is mounted, he rides doon the street, The bells they ring backwards, the drums they are beat, But the Provost, douce man, says "Just e'en let it be For the toun is well rid of that de'il o' Dundee." Chorus There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth, Be there lords i' the south, there are chiefs i' the north! There are brave Duinnewassels, three thousand times three Will cry "Hey!" for the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee. Chorus Then awa' to the hills, to the lea, to the rocks Ere I own a usurper, I'll crouch with the fox And tremble, false whigs, in the midst of your glee Ye hae no seen the last o' my bonnets and me! |