The National Song Book - Online Music Book

250 Folk-songs, Carols, And Rounds with sheet music and lyrics

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	2. Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street, The bells they ring backward, the drums they are beat, But the provost (douce man) said, "Just e'en let it be, For the toun is weel rid o' that de'il o' Dundee." Come fill up my cup, &c.
	3- There are hills beyond Pentland, and lands beyond Forth, Be there lords in the south, there are chiefs in the north; There are brave Duinnewassels, three thousand times three, Will cry, " Hey for the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee." Come fill up my cup, &c.
	4- Then awa' to the hills, to the lea, to the rocks, Ere I own a usurper I'll crouch with the fox; And tremble, false whigs, in the midst o* your glee, Ye hae no seen the last o' my bonnets and me. Come fill up my cup, &c.
	H. 4868.