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Johnny
(Robert Burns)
Sir John Cope trode the north far,
Yet a rebel he cam naur,
Until he at Dunbar
Right in a morning.

Hey Johnie Cope are ye yet,
Or are ye sleeping I wit:
O ye get up for the drums do beat,
Of fye Cope in the morning.
He wrote a for Dunbar,
Come fight me Charlie an ye
If it be not by the of war
give you a merry morning.
When look'd the letter upon
He his sword and scabbard from-
"So Heaven to me my own,
I'll you, Cope, in the morning."
Cope with many a bloody word
he would fight them gun and sword,
But he frae his nest like an ill scar'd bird,
And Johnie he wing in the morning.
It was an afternoon,
Sir march'd to Preston town;
He says, "my come lean you down,
And we'll fight the in the morning."
But when he saw the Highland
Wi' tartan trews and cokauds,
Wi' swords and and rungs and gauds,
O Johnie he wing in the morning.
On the when he did rise,
He look'd between him and the
He saw them wi' naked thighs,
Which him in the morning.
O then he flew Dunbar,
Crying for a man of
He to have pass'd for a rustic tar,
And awa in the morning.
Sir Johnie into rade,
as the devil had been his guide;
Gien him the he would na stay'd
To the boys in the morning.
Says the Berwickers Sir John,
O what's of all your men,
In faith, says he, I ken,
I left them a' morning.
Says Mark Car, ye are na blate,
To bring us the news o' ain defeat;
I think you deserve the o' the gate,
Get out o' my sight morning.
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