The Irish Rovers - Bonnets Of Bonnie Dundee | Текст песни

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• The Irish Rovers
• Bonnets Of Bonnie Dundee

1. Tae the lairds o' convention 'twas Claverhouse spoke
Ere the King's crown go down, there are crowns tae be broke;
Now let each cavalier wha loves honour and me
Come follow the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee.

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Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my horses and call out my men.
And it's ope' the west port and let us gae free,
And we'll follow the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee!

2. Dundee he is mounted, he rides doon the street,
The bells they ring backwards, the drums they are beat,
But the Provost, (douce man!), says; Just e'en let him be
For the toon is weel rid of that de'il Dundee.

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3. There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,
Be there lairds i' the south, there are chiefs i' the north!
And brave duine-uasals*, three thousand times three *("noble men", pron. doony wassals - Gaelic with English s plural)
Will cry "Hai!" for the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee.

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4. We'll awa' tae the hills, tae the lea, tae the rocks
E'er I own a usurper, I'll couch wi' the fox!
So tremble, false Whigs, in the midst o' your glee,
For ye've naw seen the last o' my bonnets and me!

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