Stranica 1 [1]
A much-admired Song called |
. Bonnie Dundee.
SD
To the lords of convention *twas Claver.
house spoke,
"" Ere the king’s crown go down there's
crowns te be broke ;
Then each cavalier who loves honour and
. me,
Let — the bonnets of Bonnie Dun.
ee, |
CHORUS :
Come fill up m y cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my horses & call out my men;
Uuhook the west port and let us gue free,
For it’s up with the bonnets of bonnie dunde
Be
punted, he rides up the
. Dundee be is m
street, ASS es
The bells they ring backward, the drums
they are beat, :
But the Provost (deuce man) said “ juss |
= e’en let it be, :
For the tuon is well rid e" that del o" dun.
dee.
. Come fill my cup. ke.
There are hills beyond Pentland, and lan ds
. beyond Forth, — ,
If there‘s lords in the South, there are
chiefs in the North; © 2
There are brave dinnie vassals, three thous«
and times three, |
Will cry “hey! for the bonnets of Bonnie
Dundee. 3 |
Come fill up my cup, &e.
Then awa to the hills, to the lea, to the
| rocks,
Ere I own an usurper 1‘ crouch wit the
| fox ; ;
And tremble, false whigs, in the midst o"
your glee,
Ye hae no" seen the last o my bonnets and
me, :
Come fill up my can, &c.
HALY, PRINTER CORK,
© The Board of Trinity College Dublin