To the Lords o' Convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke

E'er the King's crown go down there are crowns to be broke

So each cavalier who loves honour and me

Let him follow the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee

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 with the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee

Dundee he is mounted and rides up the street

The bells they ring backward, the drums they are beat

But the provost douce man says just let it be

For the toon is well rid o' that devil Dundee

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 with the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee

There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth

Be there lords in the south, there are chiefs in the north

There are brave downie wassles three thousand times three

Cry hey for the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee

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 with the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee

And awa tae the hills, tae the lee and the rocks

Ere I own a userper I'll couch with the fox

So tremble false whigs in the mid'st o' yer glee

For ye've no seen the last o' my bonnets and me

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 with the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee

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 with the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee