They are all very well in the wilds, don’t you see?
But they can’t hold a candle to Bonnie Dundee.
Chorus as before.
Oh! the pies they were good, and the oven baked true,
With its door of green sod, and its sinuous flue.
Oh! the curry was toothsome as curry can be,
But where is the equal of Bonnie Dundee?
Chorus again, gentlemen.
There are ryper on Glopit[7] as fleet as the wind,
And the Stor[8] Bock roams on the Skagastolstind;