OLD VERSIONS OF SONGS USED IN THE PLAY

AND OTHER SONGS.

OLD VERSIONS OF SONGS.

T°

BONNIE DUNDEE.

O the Lords of Convention 't was Claverhouse spoke:
"Ere the King's crown go down there are crowns to
be broke;

So let each cavalier who loves honor and me,
Come follow the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.

"Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men;
Come open the West Port and let me gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee!"

Dundee, he is mounted, he rides up the street,
The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat;
But the Provost, douce man, said, "Just e'en let him be,
The Gude Town is weel quit of that Deil of Dundee."

Come fill up my cup, etc.

He spurred to the foot of the proud Castle rock,

And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke:

"Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three, For the love of the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee."

Come fill up my cup, etc.

The Gordon demands of him which way he goes-
"Where'er shall direct me the shade of Montrose!
Your Grace in short space shall hear tidings of me,
Or that low lies the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.

Come fill up my cup, etc.

"There are hills beyond Pentland, and lands beyond Forth, If there's lords in the Lowlands, there's chiefs in the

North;

There are wild Duniwassals three thousand times three,
Will cry hoigh! for the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.

Come fill up my cup, etc.

"There's brass on the target of barken'd bull-hide;
There's steel in the scabbard that dangles beside:
The brass shall be burnished, the steel shall flash free,
At a toss of the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.

Come fill up my cup, etc.

"Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks
Ere I own an usurper, I'll couch with the fox;
And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee,
You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me!"

Come fill up my cup, etc.

He waved his proud hand, and the trumpets were blown,
The kettle-drums clashed and the horsemen rode on,
Till on Ravelston's cliffs and on Clermiston's lee
Died away the wild war-notes of Bonnie Dundee.

Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle the horses, and call up the men,
Come open your gates, and let me gae free,
For it's up with the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee.