D G D Tae the Lords o' convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke A E'er the King's Crown go down there are crowns to be broke D G D So each caviler who loves honour and me A D Let him follow the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee Chorus D A Come fill up my cup, come fill up can D Come saddle my horses and call out my men A D G Unhook the West Port and let us gae free D A D For it's up with the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee D G D Dundee he is mounted and rides up the street A The bells tae ring backwards, the drums tae are beat D G D But the provost douce man says, 'Just let it be.' A D When the toon is well rid o' that devil Dundee Chorus D G D There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth A Be there lords in the south, there are chiefs in the north D G D There are brave downie wassles three thousand times three A D Cry hey for the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee Chorus D G D Then awa tae the hill to the lee and the rocks A Ere I own a usurper I'll crouch with the fox D G D So tremble false wigs in the midst of yer glee A D For you've no seen the last of my bonnets and me Chorus