Johnnie Cope
Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar
Saying Charlie meet me an'ye daur
An'I'll learn you the art of war
If you'll meet me in the mornin'
hey, Johnníe Cope are ye waukin yet
Or are your drums a beatin yet
If ye are waukin I wad wait
To gang to the coals in the mornin'
When Charlie look'd theletter upon
he drew his sword the scabbard from
'Come follow me, my merry men
An'we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the mornin'
--
Now Johnnie be as guid as your word
Come let us try baith fire an'sword
An'dinna flee like a frichted bird
That's chas'd frae it's nest in the mornin'
--
When Jonnie Cope he hearr o'this
He thocht it wadna be amiss
Tohae a horse in readiness
To flee awa in the mornin'
--
'Fie Johnnie noo get up and rin
The highland Bagpipes mak a din
It's best to sleep in a hale Skin
For 'twill be a bloody mornin'
--
When Johnnie Cope to Berwick came
They speir'd at him 'Where's a'your men?'
'The deil confound me I dinna ken
For Ileft them a'in the mornin'
--
Now Johnnie trauth ye weren 'y blate
Tae leave yer men in sic a state
And come with the News of yer own defeat
Sae early in the mornin'
--
O'Faith quoth Johnnie I got sic flegs
Wi'you Claymores and your Philabegs
If I face them again deil brak my legs
I wish ye a good mornin'
--
Saying Charlie meet me an'ye daur
An'I'll learn you the art of war
If you'll meet me in the mornin'
hey, Johnníe Cope are ye waukin yet
Or are your drums a beatin yet
If ye are waukin I wad wait
To gang to the coals in the mornin'
When Charlie look'd theletter upon
he drew his sword the scabbard from
'Come follow me, my merry men
An'we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the mornin'
--
Now Johnnie be as guid as your word
Come let us try baith fire an'sword
An'dinna flee like a frichted bird
That's chas'd frae it's nest in the mornin'
--
When Jonnie Cope he hearr o'this
He thocht it wadna be amiss
Tohae a horse in readiness
To flee awa in the mornin'
--
'Fie Johnnie noo get up and rin
The highland Bagpipes mak a din
It's best to sleep in a hale Skin
For 'twill be a bloody mornin'
--
When Johnnie Cope to Berwick came
They speir'd at him 'Where's a'your men?'
'The deil confound me I dinna ken
For Ileft them a'in the mornin'
--
Now Johnnie trauth ye weren 'y blate
Tae leave yer men in sic a state
And come with the News of yer own defeat
Sae early in the mornin'
--
O'Faith quoth Johnnie I got sic flegs
Wi'you Claymores and your Philabegs
If I face them again deil brak my legs
I wish ye a good mornin'
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Writer(s): Rebecca Pidgeon, Paul Miller
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