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Bonnie Dundee (1971 Recording) - The Corries
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
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
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 hey 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
