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Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street,
The bells are rung backward, the drums they are
beat;

But they shrunk to close-heads, and the causeway
was free,

At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, &c.

He spurr'd to the foot of the proud Castle rock,
And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke;
"Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words
or three,

For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee."
Come fill up my cup, &c.

The Gordon demands of him which way he goes-"Where'er shall direct me the shade of Montrose ! Your Grace in short space shall hear tidings of me,

But the Provost, douce man, said, "Just e'en let Or that low lies the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. him be,

The Gude Town is weel quit of that Deil of Dundee."
Come fill up my cup, &c.

As he rode down the sanctified bends of the Bow,
Ilk carline was flyting and shaking her pow;
But the young plants of grace they look'd couthie
and slee,

Thinking, luck to thy bonnet, thou Bonny Dundee
Come fill up my cup, &c.

With sour-featured Whigs the Grass-market was cramm'd

As if half the West had set tryst to be hang'd:
There was spite in each look, there was fear in
each ee,

As they watch'd for the Bonnets of Bonny Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, &c.

These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears,

And lang-hafted gullies to kill Cavaliers;

Come fill up my cup, &c.

"There are hills beyond Pentland, and lands beyond Forth,

If there's lords in the Lowlands, there's chiefs in the North;

There are wild Duniewassals three thousand times
three,

Will cry hoigh! for the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, &c.

"There's brass on the target of barken'd bull-hide;
There's steel in the scabbard that dangles beside;
The brass shall be burnish'd, the steel shall flash free,
At a toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, &c.

"Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks-
Ere I own an usurper, I'll couch with the fox;
And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee,
You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me!"
Come fill up my cup, &c.

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