C:Adam Skirving (1719-1803)
B, | E>E GA | BE E
F/E/ | D>D DF | AA F
D | GG AA | Bd F
F/F/ | EB AF | E2 E ||
F | GG/G/ GG/G/ | GB d3/2
G/ | FG A>A | FG A
A | GG AA | Bd F3/2
F/ | EB/B/ AF/F/ | E2 E ||
W:Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar,
W:Sayin "Charlie meet me an' ye daur,
W:An' I'll learn you the art o' war,
W:If ye'll meet me in the morning."
W:O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
W:Or are your drums a-beating yet?
W:If ye were waukin' I would wait,
W:Tae gang tae the coals in the morning.
W:When Charlie looked the letter upon,
W:He drew his sword the scabbard from,
W:"Come, follow me, my merry men,
W:And we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the morning."
W:Now Johnnie, be as good as your word,
W:Come, let us try baith fire and sword,
W:And dinna flee like a frichted bird,
W:That's chased frae its nest i' the morning.
W:When Johnnie Cope he heard o' this,
W:He thought it wouldna be amiss,
W:To hae a horse in readiness,
W:To flee awa' in the morning.
W:Fye now, Johnnie, get up an' rin,
W:The Highland bagpipes mak' a din,
W:It's better tae sleep in a hale skin,
W:For it will be a bloody morning.
W:When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar cam,
W:They spiered at him, "Where's a' your men"
W:"The De'il confound me gin I ken,
W:For I left them a' in the morning."
W:Now Johnnie troth, ye werena blate,
W:Tae come wi' news o' your ain defeat,
W:And leave your men in sic a strait,
W:Sae early in the morning.
W:"In faith", quo Johnnie, "I got sic flegs
W:Wi' their claymores and their philabegs,
W:Gin I face them again, de'il brak my legs,
W:So I wish you a' good morning."