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Fy! now Johnny, get up and rin, The Highland bagpipes mak' a din: It's best to sleep in a hale skin, For 'twill be a bluidie morning. Hey, Johnny Cope, &c.

When Johnny Cope to Dunbar came, They speer'd at him, where's a' your men? The de'il confound me gin I ken, For I left them a' i' the morning Hey, Johnny Cope, &c.

Now, Johnny, troth, ye was nae blate, To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a state, So early in the morning. Hey, Johnny Cope, &c.

Ah! faith, quo' Johnny, I got a fleg, Wi' their claymores and philabegs, If I face them again, De'il break my legs, So I wish you a' a guid morning. Hey, Johnny Cope, &c.

T H E G A L L A N T  H U S S A R.

A DAMSEL possess'd of great beauty, She stood by her own father's gate, The gallant hussars were on duty, To view them this maiden did wait. Their horses were capering and prancing, Their accoutrements shone like a star, From the plains they were nearer advancing, She espied her young gallant Hussar.