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