Changeful as light clouds,
And wayward as wind,
Be the passions that govern
Weak woman's mind.
But thy metal's as true
As its polish is bright;
When ills wax in number,
Thy love will not slumber,
But, starlike, burns fiercer,
The darker the night.
HEART-GLADDENER! I kiss thee.
My kindred have perished
By war or by wave,
Now, childless and sireless,
I long for the grave.
When the path of our glory
Is shadowed in death,
With me thou wilt slumber
Below the brown heath;
Thou wilt rest on my bosom,
And with it decay,
While harps shall be ringing,
And Skalds shall be singing
The deeds we have done in
Our old fearless day.
SONG-GIVER! I kiss thee.
THE BONNETS OF BONNIE DUNDEE.
the lords of convention 't was Claverhouse spoke,
"Ere the king's crown shall fall there are
crowns to be broke;
So let each cavalier who loves honor and me
Come follow the bonnets of bonnie Dundee !"
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can;
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men ;
Come open the Westport and let us gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie 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 toun is well quit of that deil of Dundee ! "
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can;
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men ;
Come open the Westport and let us gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee !
As he rode doun the sanctified bends of the Bow
Ilk carline was flyting and shaking her pow;
But the young plants of grace they looked cowthie and
Thinking, Luck to thy bonnet, thou bonnie Dundee !
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can;
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men ;
Come open the Westport and let us gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee !
With sour-featured whigs the grass-market was thranged
As if half the west had set tryst to be hanged;
There was spite in each look, there was fear in each ee,
As they watched for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can;
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men ;
Come open the Westport and let us gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee!
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 bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can ;
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men;
Come open the Westport and let us gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie 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
For the love of the bonnet of bonnie Dundee."
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can;
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men ;
Come open the Westport and let us gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie 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 bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can;
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men;
Come open the Westport and let us gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee !
There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth; If there's lords in the Lowlands, there's chiefs in the
There are wild Duniewassals three thousand times three Will cry Hoigh!' for the bonnet of bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can ;
Come suddle your horses, and call up your men;
Come open the Westport and let us gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie 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 bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can ;
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men ;
Come open the Westport and let us gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee !
"Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks;
Ere I own a 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 bonnets and me."
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can ;
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men;
Come open the Westport and let us gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of bonnie Dundee!
He waved his proud hand, and the trumpets were blown,
The kettle-drums clashed, and the horsemen rode on,
Till on Ravelston's cliffs and on Clermiston's lea
Died away the wild war-notes of bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can;
Come saddle the horses, and call up the men;
Come open your doors and let me gae free,
For it's up with the bonnets of bonnie Dundee !
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