Oldal 1 [1]
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A much-admired Song called | . Bonnie Dundee. SD To the lords of convention *twas Claver. house spoke, "" Ere the king’s crown go down there's crowns te be broke ; Then each cavalier who loves honour and . me, Let — the bonnets of Bonnie Dun. ee, | CHORUS : Come fill up m y cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle my horses & call out my men; Uuhook the west port and let us gue free, For it’s up with the bonnets of bonnie dunde Be punted, he rides up the . Dundee be is m street, ASS es The bells they ring backward, the drums they are beat, : But the Provost (deuce man) said “ juss | = e’en let it be, : For the tuon is well rid e" that del o" dun. dee. . Come fill my cup. ke. There are hills beyond Pentland, and lan ds . beyond Forth, — , If there‘s lords in the South, there are chiefs in the North; © 2 There are brave dinnie vassals, three thous« and times three, | Will cry “hey! for the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee. 3 | Come fill up my cup, &e. Then awa to the hills, to the lea, to the | rocks, Ere I own an usurper 1‘ crouch wit the | fox ; ; And tremble, false whigs, in the midst o" your glee, Ye hae no" seen the last o my bonnets and me, : Come fill up my can, &c. HALY, PRINTER CORK, © The Board of Trinity College Dublin
