Sir John Cope Trode The North
Right Far

Chorus
Hey! Johnie Cope, are ye wauking yet?
Or are ye sleeping I would wit;
O, haste ye get up, for the drums do beat;
O fye! Cope, rise in the morning.
1.
Sir John Cope trode the north right far,
Yet ne'er a rebel he cam naur,
Until he landed at Dunbar
Right early in the morning.
2.
He wrote a challenge from Dunbar,
' Come fight me, Charlie, an ye daur,
If it be not by the chance of war
I'll give you a merry morning.'
3.
When Charlie look'd the letter upon,
He drew his sword the scabbard from -
' So Heaven restore to me my own,
I'll meet you, Cope, in the morning.'
4.
Cope swore, with many a bloody word,
That he would fight them gun and sword,
But he fled frae his nest like an ill-scar'd bird,
And Johnie took wing in the morning.
5.
It was upon an afternoon,
Sir Johnie march'd to Preston town,
He says, ' My lads come lean you down,
And we'll fight the boys in the morning.'
6.
But when he saw the Highland lads,
Wi' tartan trews and white cockauds,
Wi' swords, and guns, and rungs, and gauds -
O Johnie, he took wing in the morning.
7.
On the morrow when he did rise,
He looked between him and the skies;
He saw them wi' their naked thighs,
Which fear'd him in the morning.
8.
O, then he flew into Dunbar,
Crying for a man of war;
He thought to have passed for a rustic tar,
And gotten awa in the morning.
9.
Sir Johnie into Berwick rade,
Just as the devil had been his guide;
Gien him the warld he would na stay'd
To foughten the boys in the morning.
10.
Says the Berwickers unto Sir John;
' O what's become of all your men?'
' In faith,' says he, ' I dinna ken -
I left them a' this morning.'
11.
Says Lord Mark Car---- ' Ye are na blate
To bring us the news o' your ain defeat,
I think you deserve the back o' the gate!
Get out o' my sight this morning.'

Sir John Cope Marched The North
Right Far

Chorus
Hey! Johnie Cope, are you awake yet?
Or are you sleeping I would understand;
O, haste you get up, for the drums do beat;
O fye! Cope, rise in the morning.

Sir John Cope marched the north right far,
Yet never a rebel he came near,
Until he landed at Dunbar
Right early in the morning.

He wrote a challenge from Dunbar,
' Come fight me, Charlie, if you dare,
If it be not by the chance of war
I will give you a merry morning.'

When Charlie looked the letter upon,
He drew his sword the scabbard from -
' So Heaven restore to me my own,
I will meet you, Cope, in the morning.'

Cope swore, with many a bloody word,
That he would fight them gun and sword,
But he fled from his nest like an ill-scared bird,
And Johnie took wing in the morning.

It was upon an afternoon,
Sir Johnie marched to Preston town,
He says, ' My lads come lean you down,
And we will fight the boys in the morning.'

But when he saw the Highland lads,
With tartan trousers and white cockades,
With swords, and guns, and cudgels, and goads -
O Johnie, he took wing in the morning.

On the morrow when he did rise,
He looked between him and the skies;
He saw them with their naked thighs,
Which frightened him in the morning.

O, then he flew into Dunbar,
Crying for a man of war;
He thought to have passed for a rustic tar,
And gotten away in the morning.

Sir Johnie into Berwick rode,
Just as the devil had been his guide;
Given him the world he would not have stayed
To fight the boys in the morning.

Says the Berwickers unto Sir John;
' O what has become of all your men?'
' In faith,' says he, ' I do not know -
I left them all this morning.'

Says Lord Mark Car---- ' You are not shy
To bring us the news of your own defeat,
I think you deserve the back of the gate!
Get out of my sight this morning.'