The Corries - Bonnie dundee

Tae the ^DLords o' convention 'twas ^GClaverhouse ^Dspoke E'er the King's Crown go down there are ^Acrowns to be broke So ^Deach caviler who loves ^Ghonour and ^Dme Let him follow the ^Abonnets o' ^DBonnie Dundee

Come ^Dfill up my cup, come ^Afill up can Come saddle my horses and ^Dcall out my men Unhook the West ^APort and ^Dlet us gae ^Gfree For it's ^Dup with the ^Abonnets o' ^DBonnie Dundee

Dun^Ddee he is mounted and ^Grides up the ^Dstreet The bells tae ring backwards, the ^Adrums tae are beat But the ^Dprovost douce man says, ^G'Just let it ^Dbe.' When the toon is well ^Arid o' that ^Ddevil Dundee

There are ^Dhills beyond Pentland and ^Glands beyond ^DForth Be there lords in the south, there are ^Achiefs in the north There are ^Dbrave downie wassles three ^Gthousand times ^Dthree Cry hey for the ^Abonnets o' ^DBonnie Dundee

Then a^Dwa tae the hill to the ^Glee and the ^Drocks Ere I own a usurper I'll ^Acrouch with the fox So ^Dtremble false wigs in the ^Gmidst of yer ^Dglee For you've no seen the ^Alast of my ^Dbonnets and me