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 But he fled frae his nest like an ill-scar’d bird, And Johnnie he took wing in the morning.
 * Hey Johnnie Cope, &c.

It was upon an afternoon, Sir John march’d to Preston town, He says “My lads come lean ye down, And we’ll fight the boys in the morning.
 * Hey Johnnie Cope, &c.

But when he saw the Highland lade, Wi’ tartan trews and white cockades, Wi’ swords and guns and rungs and gaude, O Johnnie he took wing in the morning.
 * Hey Johnnie Cope, &c.

On the morrow when he did rise, He look’d between him and the skies, He saw them wi’ their naked thighs, Which feared him in the morning.
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O then he flew into Dunbar, Crying for a man of war, He thought to have passed for a rustic tar, And gotten awa in the morning.
 * Hey Johnnie Cope, &c.