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To the Lords of convention twas Clavers who spoke
Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke
Then each Cavalier who loves honour and me
Let him follow the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee
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Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can
Come saddle your horses and call out your men
Come oot the west port and let us gangfree
And its up with the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee
Dundee he is mounted he rides up the street
The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat
But the provost douce man said just e'en let him be
The gude town is well quit o' that deilo' Dundee
Chorus
There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond
Forth Be there lords in the Lowlands they've Chiefs in the North
There are wild Du-nie-was-sals, three thousand times three
Will cry Hoi for the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee
Chorus
Then away to the hills to the caves to the rocks
Ere I own a usurper I'll crouch with the fox
And tremble false Whigs in the midst of your glee
You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me
Chorus
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