The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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There are hills beyond Pentland, and streams beyond
Forth
If there's lords in the Southland, there's chiefs in the
North
There are wild dunniewassals three thousand times three,
Will cry Hoigh ! for the bonnet of bonnie Dundee.
Come, fill up, &c.
Away to the hills, to the woods, to the rocks,
Ere I own a usurper, I'll couch with the fox
And tremble, false Whigs, though triumphant ye be,
You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me.
Come, fill up, &c.
He waved his proud arm, and the trumpets were blown,
The kettle-drums clashed, and the horsemen rode on,
Till on Ravelston crags, and on Clermiston lee.
Died away the wild war-note of bonnie Dundee.
Come, fill up my cup, come, fill up my can.
Come, saddle my horses, and call up my men
Fling all your gates open, and let me gae free.
For 'tis up with the bonnets of bonnie Dundee. *
* From an elegant little v/ork entitled " The Chiistmas-Box for 1828."
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