Walter Scott's novel
Old Mortality, published in 1816, gives a sympathetic portrait of Claverhouse. The story mentions one of Claverhouse's troopers "humming the lively Scottish air, 'Between Saint Johnstone and Bonny Dundee, I'll gar ye be fain to follow me'." In this, "Saint Johnstone" refers to
Perth, and "Bonny" was the common description of the town of
Dundee before Scott transferred the description to Claverhouse. On 22 December 1825 Scott wrote in
his journal: Scott sent a copy of the verses to his daughter-in-law Jane, mentioning that his great-grandfather had been among Claverhouse's followers and describing himself as "a most incorrigible Jacobite". This is a comic exaggeration, but Scott's ballad is certainly written from the point of view of Claverhouse, whom he had already celebrated in his novel
Old Mortality (1816). It consists of eleven stanzas, which Scott admitted was "greatly too long" (Letters, vol. 9, p. 350), with a refrain copied from the traditional song ''Jockey's Escape from Dundee''. The poem was first published in a
miscellany,
The Christmas Box (1828-9), and then included as a song in Scott's unperformed play
The Doom of Devorgoil (1830). Later adaptations for singing include only stanzas 1, 2, 8 and 10, with the refrain. After Scott's death, many changes were made in the text in different republications. Some add extra
Scotticisms, e.g. "To the lords" becomes "Tae the lairds". The authentic long text below comes from
The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart. (12 vols., 1833-4), ed.
J. G. Lockhart (vol. 12, pp. 903–4).
Scott's original poem :To the
Lords of Convention 'twas Clavers who spoke. :'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; :So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, :Come follow the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee. ::(chorus) ::
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, ::
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men; ::
Come open the West Port and let me gae 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 Town is weel quit of that De'il Dundee." ::(chorus) :As he rode down the sanctified bends of the Bow, :
Ilk carline was flyting and shaking her
pow; :But the young plants of grace they looked
couthie and slee, :Thinking luck to thy bonnet, thou Bonnie Dundee! ::(chorus) :With sour-featured
Whigs the
Grass-market was crammed, :As if half the West had set tryst to be hanged; :There was spite in each look, there was fear in each e'e, :As they watched for the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee. ::(chorus) :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. ::(chorus) :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 three, :For the love of the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee." ::(chorus) :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 Bonny Dundee. ::(chorus) :"There are hills beyond
Pentland and lands beyond
Forth, :If there's lords in the
Lowlands, there's chiefs in the North; :There are wild
Duniwassals three thousand times three, :Will
cry high! For the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee. ::(chorus) :"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 the toss of the bonnet of Bonnie Dundee. ::(chorus) :"Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks :Ere I own an 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 bonnet and me!" ::(chorus) :He waved his proud hand, the trumpets were blown, :The kettle-drums clashed and the horsemen rode on, :Till on
Ravelston's cliffs and on
Clermiston's lee :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 gates, and let me gae free, ::''For it's up with the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee!'' ==The song==