There are trout, teal, and woodcock, a sight for to see,
But what meal can be perfect without our Dundee?
Chorus, if you please.
Pandecages[9] are tasty, and omelettes are good;
Our eggs, though antique, not unsuited for food;
You can always be sure of at least one in three,
But blue mould cannot ruin our Bonnie Dundee.
Chorus, only more so.
Take[10] my soup, though ’tis luscious, my öl,[11] though ’tis rare,
My whisky, though scanty, beyond all compare;