134 SCOTT
LXII BONNY DUNDEE
To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who
spoke, 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to
be broke;
So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny 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 Bonny 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.'
As he rode down the sanctified bends of the Bow,
Ilk carline was flyting and shaking her pow;
But the young plants of grace they looked couthie
and slee, Thinking, luck to thy bonnet, thou Bonny Dundee !
With sour-featured Whigs the Grassmarket was
crammed,
As if half the West had set tryst to be hanged; There was spite in each look, there was fear in each e'e, As they watched for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee.
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