The Song
There are several versions of the song and a common one is given here.
- 1. Tae the lairds o' convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke
- Ere the King's crown go down, there are crowns tae be broke;
- Now let each cavalier wha loves honour and me
- Come follow the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee.
- Chorus:
- Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,
- Come saddle my horses and call out my men.
- And it's ope' the west port and let us gae free,
- And we'll follow the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee!
- 2. 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 weel rid of that de'il Dundee.
- Chorus:
- 3. There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,
- Be there lairds i' the south, there are chiefs i' the north!
- And brave duine-uasals ("noble men", pron. doony wassals - Gaelic with English s plural), three thousand times three
- Will cry "Hai!" for the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee.
- Chorus:
- 4. We'll awa' tae the hills, tae the lea, tae the rocks
- E'er I own a usurper, I'll couch wi' the fox!
- So tremble, false Whigs, in the midst o' your glee,
- For ye've naw seen the last o' my bonnets and me!
- Chorus:
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