Bonnie Dundee 歌词

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 honour and me Let him follow the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee Come fill up my cup, come fill up my 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 backward, the drums they are beat But the provost douce man says just let it be For the toon is well rid o' that devil Dundee Come fill up my cup, come fill up my 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 hey for the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee Come fill up my cup, come fill up my 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 And awa tae the hills, tae the lee and the rocks Ere I own a userper I'll couch with the fox So tremble false whigs in the mid'st o' yer glee For ye've no seen the last o' my bonnets and me Come fill up my cup, come fill up my 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 my 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