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  Sir Johnnie Berwick rade, Just as the devil had been his guide, Of’en him the world he would na stay’d, To foughten the boys in the morning.
 * Hey Johnnie Cope, &c.

Says the Berwickers unto Sir John, O what’s become of all your men? In faith says he, I dinna ken, I left them a’ this morning.
 * Hey Johnnie Cope, &c.

Says Lord Mark Car, Ye are nae blate, To bring us the news o’ your ain defeat, I think you deserve the back o’ the gate; But out o’ my eight this morning.
 * Hey Johnnie Cope, &c.

First when Maggy was my care; Heaven I thought was in her air, Now we’re married—spier nae mair,
 * Whistle o’er the lave o’t.

Meg wat meek, and Meg was mild, Bonnie Meg was nature’s child;