Bonnie DundeeYouTube Video
To the Lords convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke,
Ere the Kings crown go down, there'll be crowns to be broke,
Then let each cavalier who loves honour and me,
Come follow the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee.
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Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my horses and call up 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, he rides doon the street,
The bells they ring backward, the drums they are beat,
But the Provost, douce man, says "Just e'en let it be,
For the toon is well rid of that deil o' Dundee."
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There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,
Be there lords in the south, there are chiefs in the north!
There are brave duniwassals, three thousand times three,
Will cry "Hay" for the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee.
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Then awa to the hills, to the lea, to the rocks,
Ere I own a usurper, I'll couch wi' the fox!
Then tremble, false Whigs, in the midst o' your glee,
Ye ha' no seen the last o' my bonnets and me.
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