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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519597" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bonny Dundee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the Lords of Convention ’twas Claver’se who spoke. <br>‘Ere the King’s crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; <br>So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, <br>Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. <br>Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,<br>Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; <br>Come open the West Port and let me gang free, <br>And it’s room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!’ </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street, <br>The bells are rung backward, the drums they are beat;<br>But the Provost, douce man, said, ‘Just e’en let him be, <br>The Gude Town is weel quit of that Deil of Dundee.’ <br>Come fill up my cup, etc. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he rode down the sanctified bends of the Bow, <br>Ilk carline was flyting and shaking her pow; <br>But the young plants of grace they looked couthie and slee, <br>Thinking luck to thy bonnet, thou Bonny Dundee! <br>Come fill up my cup, etc. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With sour-featured Whigs the Grass-market was crammed, <br>As if half the West had set tryst to be hanged;<br>There was spite in each look, there was fear in each e’e, <br>As they watched for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee. <br>Come fill up my cup, etc. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears, <br>And lang-hafted gullies to kill cavaliers; <br>But they shrunk to close-heads and the causeway was free, <br>At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. <br>Come fill up my cup, etc. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He spurred to the foot of the proud Castle rock, <br>And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke; <br>‘Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three, <br>For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.’ <br>Come fill up my cup, etc. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Gordon demands of him which way he goes— <br>‘Where’er shall direct me the shade of Montrose!<br>Your Grace in short space shall hear tidings of me, <br>Or that low lies the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. <br>Come fill up my cup, etc. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth, <br>If there’s lords in the Lowlands, there’s chiefs in the North;<br>There are wild Duniewassals three thousand times three, <br>Will cry hoigh! for the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. <br>Come fill up my cup, etc. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘There’s brass on the target of barkened bull-hide; <br>There’s steel in the scabbard that dangles beside;<br>The brass shall be burnished, the steel shall flash free, <br>At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. <br>Come fill up my cup, etc. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks— <br>Ere I own an usurper, I’ll couch with the fox; <br>And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee, <br>You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me!’ <br>Come fill up my cup, etc. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He waved his proud hand, the trumpets were blown, <br>The kettle-drums clashed and the horsemen rode on, <br>Till on Ravelston’s cliffs and on Clermiston’s lee <br>Died away the wild war-notes of Bonny Dundee. <br>Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, <br>Come saddle the horses, and call up the men, <br>Come open your gates, and let me gae free, <br>For it’s up with the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q>
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