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And loud tempest storming before the middle day:
 * I've seen Tweed's silver streams,
 * Shining in the sunny beams,

Grow dromly and dark as it roiled away.


 * O ficle fortune!
 * Why thus cruel spoiling?

Why thus perplexing poor sons of a day?
 * Thy frowns cannot fear me,
 * Nor smiles cannot chear me.

Since the Flowers of the Forest are a' wed away.

COPE sent a letter frae Dunbar, Charlie meet me an' ye dare, And I'll learn you the art of war,
 * If you'll meet wi' me in the morning.
 * Hey Johnny Cope are ye waking yet,
 * Or are your drums-a-beating yet,
 * If ye were walking I would wait,
 * To gang to the coals i' the morning.

When Charlie look'd the letter upon, He drew his sword the scabbard from, Saying, Follow me my merry merry men,
 * An' we'll meet Johnny Cope i' the morning,
 * Hey Johnny Cope, &c.

Now Johnny be as good as your word, Come let us try both fire and sword, And dinna rin awa like a frighted bird,
 * That's chac'd frae its nest i' the morning.
 * Hey Johnny Cope, &c.