The Irish Rovers - The Bonnets of Bonnie Dundee lyrics

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