Текст песни The Bonnets of Bonnie Dundee - The Irish Rovers

To the lords a' convention, 'twas Claverhouse spoke
Ere the king's crown goes down there are crowns to be broke
So each cavalier who loves honor and me
Let 'im follow the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee
Come fill up my cup and come fill up my can
Come saddle my horses and call out my men
Unhoove the West Port and let us gae free
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee
Dundee, he is mounted and he rides up the streets
The bells they ring backward; the drums they do beat
And the Provost and douce man says "Just let 'im be
For the toon is well rid of that devil Dundee"
Come fill up my cup and come fill up my can
Come saddle my horses and call out my men
Unhoove the West Port and let us gae free
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee
There are hills beyond Pentland, there are lands beyond Forth
Be there kings in the south there are chiefs in the north
There were brave dewy ossles, three thousand times three
Fly high for the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee
Come fill up my cup and come fill up my can
Come saddle my horses and call out my men
Unhoove the West Port and let us gae free
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee
The away from the hills, to the lee, to the rocks
Ere I own a usurper, I'll crouch with the fox
So tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee
Ye ha' no' seen the last of me bonnets and me
Come fill up my cup and come fill up my can
Come saddle my horses and call out my men
Unhoove the West Port and let us gae free
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee
Come fill up my cup and come fill up my can
Come saddle my horses and call out my men
Unhoove the West Port and let us gae freeya
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee