Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar Saying Charlie meet me an'ye daur An'I'll learn you the art of war If you'll meet me in the mornin' Hey, Johnníe Cope are ye waukin yet Or are your drums a beatin yet If ye are waukin I wad wait To gang to the coals in the mornin' When Charlie look'd theletter upon He drew his sword the scabbard from 'Come follow me, my merry men An'we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the mornin' -- Now Johnnie be as guid as your word Come let us try baith fire an'sword An'dinna flee like a frichted bird That's chas'd frae it's nest in the mornin' -- When Jonnie Cope he hearr o'this He thocht it wadna be amiss Tohae a horse in readiness To flee awa in the mornin' -- 'Fie Johnnie noo get up and rin The highland Bagpipes mak a din It's best to sleep in a hale Skin For 'twill be a bloody mornin' -- When Johnnie Cope to Berwick came They speir'd at him 'Where's a'your men?' 'The deil confound me I dinna ken For Ileft them a'in the mornin' -- Now Johnnie trauth ye weren 'y blate Tae leave yer men in sic a state And come with the News of yer own defeat Sae early in the mornin' -- O'Faith quoth Johnnie I got sic flegs Wi'you Claymores and your Philabegs If I face them again deil brak my legs I wish ye a good mornin' --