65th Regiment Song Book
To the Lords of Convention,
twas Claverhouse spoke,
Ere the Kings crown goes down,
There are crowns to be broke,
So let each cavalier who loves honour and me,
Come follow the bonnets of bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, come fill
up my can,
Come saddle my horses and call out my men,
Unhook the west port and let us gae free,
For its up wi the bonnets of bonnie Dundee.
Dundee he is mounted and rides up
The bells they ring backwards, the drums they are beat,
But the Provost, douce man, says "een let him be.
This toon is well rid o tha deil o Dundee."
There are lands beyond Pentland
and lands beyond Forth,
There are Lords in the south, there are chiefs to the north,
Wi wild dunniewassals three thousand times three,
Who cry "Hoigh" for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee.
And awa t the hills,
t the caves, t the rocks.
Eer I own the usurper Ill couch with the fox.
So tremble false Whigs in the midst of your glee.
Yha nae seen the last o my bonnets an me.
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