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When Johnny Cope he heard of this, He thought it wadna be amiss To ha'e a horse in readiness
 * To flee awa' i' the morning.
 * Hey Johnny Cope, &c.

Fy now Johnny get up an' rin, The Highland bag-pipes make a din, It's best to sleep in a hale skin,
 * For 'twill be a bludie morning.
 * Hey Johnny Cope, &c.

When Johnny Cope to Dunbar came, They spear'd at him whare's a' your men? The never a bit do 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 ain men in sic a strait,
 * So early i' the morning.
 * Hey Johnny Cope, &c.

Alas! quoth Johnny, I got a fleg, Wi' their claymores and philabegs, If I face them again I'll break my legs;
 * So I wish you a good morning.
 * Hey Johnny Cope, &c.