To the Lords o' convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke
E'er the King's Crown go down, there are crowns to be broke
So each cavalier 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, they ring backwards, the drums, they are beat
But the provost douce man says, "Just let it be"
But 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 "Hi" 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
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