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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.
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,
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
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*, three thousand times three *("noble men", pron. doony wassals - Gaelic with English s plural)
Will cry "Hai!" for the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee.
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,
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
We'll awa' tae the hills, tae the lea, tae the rocks
E'er I own a usurper, I'll couch wi' the fox!
And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee,
You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me!
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,
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
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,
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
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