BONNIE DUNDEE QUEER PARODY

So this is a parody-filk that has a history behind it. A history that fortunately is not that long. A story that began with my first encounter with this Celtic military song in the Kipling story Her Majesty's Servants and not until now did I think of typing down the Pride parody to which it was made...

To the Lords and Convention Dundee one day spoke;
"Ere the sanction goes down, there are rules to be broke!
So each campy queer who loves free love and me,
let 'em follow the bunnies of Bonnie Dundee!"

Come fill up my cup and come fill up my can,
come thrust out the whores and come call up the men,
uncork that arse-cork and let us go free...
for it's up with the bunnies of Bonnie Dundee!

Dundee he is mounted, rides his bike down the street;
the phones they ring backwards, the doms they do beat,
and the Tories (fascist men!) say; "Just let him be,"
for the town is well rid of that down-low Dundee!

Come fill up my cup and come fill up my can,
come thrust out the whores and come call up the men,
uncork that arse-cork and let us go free...
for it's up with the bunnies of Bonnie Dundee!

There are hills beyond Pentland, and wangs beyond Forth,
there are feys in the south, there are queens in the north!
There are brave rainbow warriors three thousand times three,
fighting high for the bunnies of Bonnie Dundee!

Come fill up my cup and come fill up my can,
come thrust out the whores and come call up the men,
uncork that arse-cork and let us go free...
for it's up with the bunnies of Bonnie Dundee!

Then away to the hills and the caves 'midst the rocks...
Ere I pwn a usurper, I'll couch with a fox!
So tremble, bigwigs, in the midst of your glee;
you have not seen the last of my bunnies and me!

Come fill up my cup and come fill up my can,
come thrust out the whores and come call up the men,
uncork that arse-cork and let us go free...
for it's up with the bunnies of Bonnie Dundee!