Bonnets of Bonnie Dundee

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