Johnny Cope (1)
TradCope sent a challenge fae Dunbar
Sayin’ “Charlie meet hin ye daur
I’ll learn ye the airt o’ war
If ye meet me in the mornin'”
Charlie looked the letter upon
He drew his sword its scabbard from
“Follow me my merry men
And we’ll meet Johnny Cope in the mornin'”
Hey Johnny Cope are ye wauken yet?
Or are your drums a-beatin’ yet?
If ye were wauken I wad wait
Tae gang tae the cauls in the mornin’
“Come now Johnny be as good as your word
And let us try baith fire and sword
Dinnae flee like a frichted bird
That’s chased fae it’s nest in the mornin'”
Johnny Cope he heard o’ this
He said tae himself “Noo it wouldna’ be
amiss
Gin I saddle my horse in readiness
Tae flee awa’ in the mornin'”
Hey Johnny Cope are ye wauken yet?
Or are your drums a-beatin’ yet?
If ye were wauken I wad wait
Tae gang tae the cauls in the mornin’
“Fie now Johnny get up and rin’
The Highland bagpipes mak’ a din
‘Tis better tae sleep in a hale skin
It’ll be a bloody mornin'”
Hey Johnny Cope are ye wauken yet?
Or are your drums a-beatin’ yet?
If ye were wauken I wad wait
Tae gang tae the cauls in the mornin’
Johnny Cope tae Dunbar came
They spiered at him “Whaur’s a’ yer men?”
“The de’il confound me, gin ah ken,
For I left them a’ in the mornin'”
Hey Johnny Cope are ye wauken yet?
Or are your drums a-beatin’ yet?
If ye were wauken I wad wait
Tae gang tae the cauls in the mornin’
“Troth now Johnny ye wernae blate
Tae come wi’ the news of your ain defeat
An’ leave your men in sic’ a strait
Sae early in the mornin'”
“Faith, quo Johnny, I got sic’ flegs
Wi’ their claymores and philabegs
Gin I face
them again de’il brak my legs
So I wish you a’ good mornin'”
Hey Johnny Cope are ye wauken yet?
Or are your drums a-beatin’ yet?
If ye were wauken I wad wait
Tae gang tae the cauls in the mornin’