Bonnie Dundee To the Lords of convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke 'Ere the kings crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke Then each cavalier who loves honour and me Let him follow the bonnet of bonnie Dundee Chorus Come fill up my cup come fill up my can Come saddle your horses and call out your men Unhook the west port and let us gang free And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street The bells are rung backwards, the drums they are beat But the provost, douce man, said"Just e'en let him be For the town is well rid o' that devil Dundee" Chorus There are hills beyond Pentland, and lands beyond Forth Be there lords in the lowlands, they've chiefs in the north There are wild du-ni-was-sals, three thousand times three Who'll cry "Hoi" for the bonnets of bonny Dundee Chorus (Instrumental break) Then away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks Ere I own a usurper, I'll crouch wi' the fox And tremble false whigs, in the midst o' your glee For you've no' seen the last o' my bonnets and me Chorus
Music; traditional. Content copyright © 2000 held by the author; Ian Hall.
