Bonnie Dundee

To the Lords o' convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke

E'er the King's Crown go down, there are crowns to be broke

So each cavalier who loves honor and me

Let him follow the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee

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, they ring backwards, the drums, they are beat

But the provost douce man says, "Just let it be"

But the toon is well rid o' that devil Dundee

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

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 "Hi" for the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee

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

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

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

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