| Tae the Lords o' convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke
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| E’er the King’s Crown go down there are crowns to be Broke
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| So each caviler who loves honor and me Let him follow the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee
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| Chorus:
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| Come fill up my cup, come fill up can
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| Come saddle my horses and call out my men
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| Unhook the West Port and let us gae free
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| For it’s up with the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee
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| Dundee he is mounted and rides up the street
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| The bells tae ring backwards, the drums tae are beat
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| But the provost douce man says, 'Just let it be.'
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| When the toon is well rid o' that devil Dundee
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| Chorus
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| There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth
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| Be there lords in the south, there are chiefs in the
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| North
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| There are brave downie wassles three thousand times
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| Three
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| Cry hey for the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee
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| Chorus
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| Then awa tae the hill to the lee and the rocks
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| Ere I own a usurper I’ll crouch with the fox
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| So tremble false wigs in the midst of yer glee
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| For you’ve no seen the last of my bonnets and me Chorus |