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JOHNIE COPE. 275 |
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" Fye now, Johnie, get up and rin, The Highland bagpipes mak a din; It's best to sleep in a hale skin,
For 'twill be a bluddie morning." 20
Hey, Johnie Cope 1 fyc.
When Johnie Cope to Dunbar came They spear'd at him, " Where's a' your men ? " " The deil confound me gin I ken, For I left them a' i' the morning." Hey, Johnie Cope ! fyc.
" Now Johnie, troth, ye were na blate as
To come wi' the news 0' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait, So early in the morning." Hey, Johnie Cope ! Sfc.
" In faith," quo Johnie, " I got sic flegs Wi' their claymores and filabegs, s»
If I face them [again], deil break my legs, So I wish you a' good morning." Hey, Johnie Cope ! Sfc. |
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