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 wi the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee

Dundee he is mounted he rides down the street.
The bells they ring backwards the drums they do beat,
The provost, douce man, says 'Just let them be',
The town is well rid of that rascal Dundee.

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There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,
If there's Lords in the South, there are Chiefs in the North,
There are brave Duinewassals,three thousand times three,
Will cry "Hey for the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee!"

Chorus.....

Then awa' to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks,
Ere I own a usurper I`ll lie with the fox,
And tremble, false Whigs. in the midst of your glee,
For ye've no' seen the last o' my bonnets and me!

Chorus.....