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 honour 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

			There are hills beyond Pentland 
			and lands beyond Forth,
			Be there lairds i' the south, t
			here are chiefs i' the north!
			There are brave duniewassals,
			three thousand times three
			Will cry "Hoy!" for the bonnets 
			o' bonnie Dundee.

				Chorus




	John Graham of Claverhouse, 
	1st Viscount of Dundee
	1648-1689