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| Scots' Music |
| Bonnie Dundee |
| A simple brief thought on Scottish Independance. Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it? There are only so many slices to a pie, for one to have more, another must have less. Lastly - to those Scottish "Loyalists" - to whom are you loyal? Scots royalty died in the 1700's so it can be no Scots crown - And certainly not it appears to those who came before, that bled for Scotland and her freedom ! |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
| Tab/Sheet Music As Available |
| (Trad) 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 |