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Now, Johnny, troth ye was nae blate,

To come wi‘ the news o' your ain defeat.

And leave your men in sic a strait.

So early in the morning.

Hey Johnny Coup, &c.

Alas I quoth Johnny, I got a flag,

Wi‘ their claymores and philabegs,

If I face them again I‘11 break my legs;

So l with you a' good morning.

Hey Johnny Coup are ye waking yet.

Or are your drums a-beating yet ;

If ye were waking I would wait,

To gang to the coals i‘ the morning.

The Mill, Mill, O.

Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid,

was sleeping found and still, O ;

A’ lowin wi‘ love, my fancy did rove

around her wl‘ good will, O.

Her bosom I prest, but funk in her rest,

she stirr'd na mv joys to spill O.

While kindly she slept close to her I crept,

and kissed. and kissed her my fill O.

Obliged by command in Flanders to land,

to employ my courage and skill, O,