BONNIE DUNDEE
(old Scottish folk song from the English civil wars in the 1600s)
To the lords of convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke,
Dundee, he is mounted, he rides up the street,
There are hills beyond Pentland, and lands beyond Forth,
Then awa' to the hills, to the leas, to the rocks,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
Ere the King's crown go down there are crowns to be broke,
So let each cavalier who loves honor and me,
Let him follow the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee,
Come fill up my glass, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my horses and call out my men,
Then it's unhook the west port and let us gae free
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee!
The bells, they ring backward, the drums they are beat,
But the Provost, deuce man, says, Just e'en let him be,
For the toun is well rid of that de'il of Dundee,
Come fill up my glass, come fill up my can...
Be there lairds in the South, there are chiefs in the north,
There are brave Duniewassels, three thousand times three,
Will cry Hai! for the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee,
Come fill up my glass, come fill up my can...
Ere I own a usurper, I'll couch with the fox,
Then tremble, false Whigs, in the midst o' your glee,
Ye hae no seen the last o' my bonnets and me,
Come fill up my glass, come fill up my can...