Johnnie Cope
by
Adam Skirving

Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar,
"Charlie, meet me, an' ye daur,
And I'll learn you the airt o' war,
If you'll meet wi' me in the morning".

Hey, Johnnie Cope! are ye waking yet?
Or are your drums a-beating yet?
If ye were waking I would wait
To gang to the coals i' the morning.

When Charlie looked the letter upon,
He drew his sword the scabbard from:
"Come, follow me, my merrie men,
And we 'll meet Johnnie Cope i' the morning.
Hey, Johnnie Cope! &c.

"Now, Johnnie, be as good as your word,
Come let us try baith fire and sword,
And dinna flee like a frighted bird,
That 's chased frae its nest i' the morning."
Hey, Johnnie Cope! &c.

When Johnnie Cope he heard of this,
He thought it wadna be amiss
To hae a horse in readiness,
To flee awa' i' the morning.
Hey, Johnnie Cope! &c.

"Fye now, Johnnie, get up and rin,
The Highland bagpipes mak' a din,
It's best to sleep in a hale skin,
For 't will be a bluddie morning."
Hey, Johnnie Cope! &c.

When Johnnie Cope to Dunbar came,
They speir'd at him, "Where's a' your men?"
"The deil confound me gin I ken,
For I left them a' i' the morning."
Hey, Johnnie Cope! &c.

"Now, Johnnie, troth ye werena blate
To come wi' the news o' your am defeat,
And leave your men in sic a strait,
So early in the morning."
Hey, Johnnie Cope! &c.

"In faith," quo Johnnie, "I got sic flegs
Wi' their claymores and filabegs,
If I face them deil break my legs,
So I wish you a' good morning."
Hey, Johnnie Cope! &c.

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