Bonnie Dundee

Tae the lairds i' convention
T'was Claverhouse spoke
E'er the Kings crown go down,
There'll be crowns to be broke;
Then let each cavalier
Who loves honor and me
Come follow the bonnet
O' bonnie Dundee.

Chorus
Come fill up my cup,
Come fill up my can
Saddle my horses
And call out my men
And it's Ho! for the west port
And let us gae free,
And we'll follow the bonnets
O' bonnie Dundee!

Dundee he is mounted,
He rides doon the street,
The bells they ring backwards,
The drums they are beat,
But the Provost, douce man,
Says "Just e'en let him be
For the toon is well rid of that
De'il o' Dundee."

Chorus
Come fill up my cup,
Come fill up my can
Saddle my horses
And call out my men
And it's Ho! for the west port
And let us gae free,
And we'll follow the bonnets
O' bonnie Dundee!

There are hills beyond Pentland
And lands beyond Forth,
Be there lairds i' the south,
There are chiefs i' the north!
There are brave duniewassals,
Three thousand times three
Will cry "Hoy!" for the bonnets
O' bonnie Dundee.

Chorus
Come fill up my cup,
Come fill up my can
Saddle my horses
And call out my men
And it's Ho! for the west port
And let us gae free,
And we'll follow the bonnets
O' bonnie Dundee!

Then awa to the hills,
To the lea to the rocks,
Ere I own a usurper
I'll crouch with the fox
So tremble false Whigs,
In the midst o'your glee,
Ye have not seen the last
O' my bonnets and me.

Chorus
Come fill up my cup,
Come fill up my can
Saddle my horses
And call out my men
And it's Ho! for the west port
And let us gae free,
And we'll follow the bonnets
O' bonnie Dundee!

Sir Walter Scott

A recording can be found on Amazing Grace