Poems you ought to know . nnet of Bonny Dundee. Come fill up my cup, come fill up my saddle your horses, and call up your men;Come open the West Port and let me gang free,And its room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee. 167 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, J^st een let him gude town is weel quit of the deil of Dundee. With sour featured whigs the Grassmarket was if half the west had set tryst to be hanged;There was spite in each look, there was fear in each they watc
Poems you ought to know . nnet of Bonny Dundee. Come fill up my cup, come fill up my saddle your horses, and call up your men;Come open the West Port and let me gang free,And its room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee. 167 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, J^st een let him gude town is weel quit of the deil of Dundee. With sour featured whigs the Grassmarket was if half the west had set tryst to be hanged;There was spite in each look, there was fear in each they watched for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee. These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits an3[ had spears,And lang hafted gullies to kill cavaliers;And they shrunk to close heads, and the causeway was free,At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dtmdee. Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks—Ere I own an usurper, Ill couch with the fox;And tremble, false whigs, in the midst of your glee;You have not seen the last of my bonnets and 168
Size: 2415px × 1035px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, booksubjectenglishpoetry, bookye
