JOHNNIE COPE
Anno: 1745
Gruppo:
Testo e musica: Adam SkirvingMenu
Cope sent a challenge from Dumbar sayng
"Charlie meet me an ye daur
I'll learn ye the art of war if ye'll meet me in the mornin".
Hey Johnnie cope are ye walkin'yet
or are your drums a beating yet
if ye were waukin'I wad wait,
tae gang tae the coals in the mornin.
Now Charlie looked the letter upon,
he drew the sword the scabbard from,
come follow me, my merry men,
and we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the mornin.
Now Johnnie be as goog as your word, come,
let us try baithe fire and sword,
and dinna flee like a fritchted bird,
that's chased frae its nest in the mornin.
Hey Johnnie cope are ye walkin'yet
or are your drums a beating yet
if ye were waukin'I wad wait,
tae gang tae the coals in the mornin.
When Johnnie Cope he heard of this,
he thocht it wadna ba amiss,
tae hae a horse in readiness,
tae flee awa in the mornin
Hey Johnnie cope are ye walkin'yet
or are your drums a beating yet
if ye were waukin'I wad wait,
tae gang tae the coals in the mornin.
When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar
come' they spiered at him
"Where's a' your men?"
"The de'il counfound me gin I ken,
for I left them a' in the mornin.
Hey Johnnie cope are ye walkin'yet
or are your drums a beating yet
if ye were waukin'I wad wait,
tae gang tae the coals in the mornin.
In faith, qou Johnnie, I got sic flags,
Wi' their claymores, an philabegs,
gin I face them again, de'il brak my legs,
so I wish you a' good morning.
Hey Johnnie cope are ye walkin'yet
or are your drums a beating yet
if ye were waukin'I wad wait,
tae gang tae the coals in the mornin.
"Charlie meet me an ye daur
I'll learn ye the art of war if ye'll meet me in the mornin".
Hey Johnnie cope are ye walkin'yet
or are your drums a beating yet
if ye were waukin'I wad wait,
tae gang tae the coals in the mornin.
Now Charlie looked the letter upon,
he drew the sword the scabbard from,
come follow me, my merry men,
and we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the mornin.
Now Johnnie be as goog as your word, come,
let us try baithe fire and sword,
and dinna flee like a fritchted bird,
that's chased frae its nest in the mornin.
Hey Johnnie cope are ye walkin'yet
or are your drums a beating yet
if ye were waukin'I wad wait,
tae gang tae the coals in the mornin.
When Johnnie Cope he heard of this,
he thocht it wadna ba amiss,
tae hae a horse in readiness,
tae flee awa in the mornin
Hey Johnnie cope are ye walkin'yet
or are your drums a beating yet
if ye were waukin'I wad wait,
tae gang tae the coals in the mornin.
When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar
come' they spiered at him
"Where's a' your men?"
"The de'il counfound me gin I ken,
for I left them a' in the mornin.
Hey Johnnie cope are ye walkin'yet
or are your drums a beating yet
if ye were waukin'I wad wait,
tae gang tae the coals in the mornin.
In faith, qou Johnnie, I got sic flags,
Wi' their claymores, an philabegs,
gin I face them again, de'il brak my legs,
so I wish you a' good morning.
Hey Johnnie cope are ye walkin'yet
or are your drums a beating yet
if ye were waukin'I wad wait,
tae gang tae the coals in the mornin.