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] --- Bonnie Dundee - The Corries