Bonnie Dundee Chords by The Corries
Tempo:
92.325 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Come on, lad, come.
Come, you [D] all know.
Dundee.
To the Lord's convention, to his cleaver I've spoke.
Ere the King's crown go [A] down, there are crowns to be broke.
[D] So each cavalier who loves honour and me,
Let him follow the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my [A] cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game free.
For it's [A] up with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
Dundee, he is mounted and rides up the street.
The bells they ring backwards, [A] the drums they are beat.
[D] But the provost, this man, [D] says just let it be.
By the tune [A] is well [D] read, or a devil, Dundee.
Come fill up my [A] cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game free.
[D] For it's up with the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,
Be there lodge in the [A] south, there are chiefs in the north.
[D] There are brave Duny wassails, deep mows and times three.
Cry, [A] hey, for the [D] bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, [A] come fill up my can,
Come saddle my horses [D] and call out my men,
And [A] hook the worst pot [D] and let [G] us game free.
[D] For it's up [A] with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
Then the water, the hills, tenderly and the rune,
Are used [A] up for our couch for a fox.
[D] So tremble, ball [G] squeaks, and the bits [D] throw your glee.
For you've no seen the last of my bonnets and me.
Come fill [A] up my cup, [D]
[G]
[D] [A] [D]
[A] come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game free.
[D] For it's up [A] with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
Awesome!
Come, you [D] all know.
Dundee.
To the Lord's convention, to his cleaver I've spoke.
Ere the King's crown go [A] down, there are crowns to be broke.
[D] So each cavalier who loves honour and me,
Let him follow the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my [A] cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game free.
For it's [A] up with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
Dundee, he is mounted and rides up the street.
The bells they ring backwards, [A] the drums they are beat.
[D] But the provost, this man, [D] says just let it be.
By the tune [A] is well [D] read, or a devil, Dundee.
Come fill up my [A] cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game free.
[D] For it's up with the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,
Be there lodge in the [A] south, there are chiefs in the north.
[D] There are brave Duny wassails, deep mows and times three.
Cry, [A] hey, for the [D] bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, [A] come fill up my can,
Come saddle my horses [D] and call out my men,
And [A] hook the worst pot [D] and let [G] us game free.
[D] For it's up [A] with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
Then the water, the hills, tenderly and the rune,
Are used [A] up for our couch for a fox.
[D] So tremble, ball [G] squeaks, and the bits [D] throw your glee.
For you've no seen the last of my bonnets and me.
Come fill [A] up my cup, [D]
[G]
[D] [A] [D]
[A] come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game free.
[D] For it's up [A] with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
Awesome!
Key:
D
A
G
D
A
G
D
A
_ _ _ Come on, lad, come.
_ Come, you [D] all know. _
Dundee.
_ _ To the Lord's convention, to his cleaver I've spoke.
Ere the King's crown go [A] down, there are crowns to be broke.
[D] So each cavalier who loves honour and me,
Let him follow the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my [A] cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game free.
For it's [A] up with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
Dundee, he is mounted and rides up the street.
The bells they ring backwards, [A] the drums they are beat.
[D] But the provost, this man, [D] says just let it be.
By the tune [A] is well [D] read, or a devil, Dundee.
Come fill up my [A] cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game free. _
[D] For it's up with the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,
Be there lodge in the [A] south, there are chiefs in the north.
[D] There are brave Duny wassails, deep mows and times three.
Cry, [A] hey, for the [D] bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, [A] come fill up my can,
Come saddle my horses [D] and call out my men,
And [A] hook the worst pot [D] and let [G] us game free.
[D] For it's up [A] with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
Then the water, the hills, tenderly and the _ rune,
Are used [A] up for our couch for a fox.
[D] So tremble, ball [G] squeaks, and the bits [D] throw your glee.
For you've no seen the last of my bonnets and me.
Come fill [A] up my cup, _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [A] come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game _ free.
_ [D] For it's up [A] with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
_ Awesome!
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ Come, you [D] all know. _
Dundee.
_ _ To the Lord's convention, to his cleaver I've spoke.
Ere the King's crown go [A] down, there are crowns to be broke.
[D] So each cavalier who loves honour and me,
Let him follow the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my [A] cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game free.
For it's [A] up with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
Dundee, he is mounted and rides up the street.
The bells they ring backwards, [A] the drums they are beat.
[D] But the provost, this man, [D] says just let it be.
By the tune [A] is well [D] read, or a devil, Dundee.
Come fill up my [A] cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game free. _
[D] For it's up with the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,
Be there lodge in the [A] south, there are chiefs in the north.
[D] There are brave Duny wassails, deep mows and times three.
Cry, [A] hey, for the [D] bonnet of Bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, [A] come fill up my can,
Come saddle my horses [D] and call out my men,
And [A] hook the worst pot [D] and let [G] us game free.
[D] For it's up [A] with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
Then the water, the hills, tenderly and the _ rune,
Are used [A] up for our couch for a fox.
[D] So tremble, ball [G] squeaks, and the bits [D] throw your glee.
For you've no seen the last of my bonnets and me.
Come fill [A] up my cup, _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [A] come fill up my can,
Come saddle my [D] horses and call out my men,
And hook the worst pot and let us [G] game _ free.
_ [D] For it's up [A] with the bonnet [D] of Bonnie Dundee.
_ Awesome!
_ _ _ _ _ _