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They ran to the hills as if they were calves,
And fcour'd off early in the morning. ,
For all your bombs, and your bomb-mells,
'Tis when they faw the Highland-lads,
They ran to the hills like frighted wolves,
All purfued by the clans in the morning.
The Highland knaves, with loud huzzas,
Cries, Cope, are you quite awa ?
Bide a little, and fhake a pa,
And we'll give you a merry morning.
Cope went along unto Haddington,
They afk'd him where was all his men j
The pox on me if I do ken,
For I left them all this morning *.
* Variation.
JOHNY COUP.
Coup fent a challenge frae Dunbar,
Charlie, meet me an ye dare,
And I'll learn you the art of war,
If you'll meet wi' me in the morning.
Hey Johny Coup, are ye waking yet ?
Or are your drums a beating yet?
If ye were waking I wou'd wait
To gang to the coals i' the morning.
When Charlie look'd the letter upon,
He drew his fword the fcabbard from,