These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears,
And lang-hafted gullies to kill Cavaliers;
But they shrunk to close-heads, and the causeway
was free, At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
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 Bonny Dundee.'
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 Bonny Dundee.
'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 Duniewassals three thousand times
three, Will cry hoigh! for the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
There's brass on the target of barkened 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 Bonny Dundee.
Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks, Ere I owe 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 ! '
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