ope sent a challenge frae Dunbar, Sayin "Charlie meet me an' ye daur; An' I'll learn ye the airt o' war, If ye'll meet me in the morning." O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were waukin' I wad wait, Tae gang tae the coals in the morning. *
When Charlie looked the letter upon, He drew his sword and scabbard from, Come, follow me, my merry men, And we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the morning. O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were waukin' I wad wait, Tae gang tae the coals in the morning. *
Now Johnnie, be as good as your word, Come, let us try baith fire and sword, And dinna flee like a frichted bird, That's chased frae its nest i' the morning. O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were waukin' I wad wait, Tae gang tae the coals in the morning. *
When Johnnie Cope he heard o' this, He thocht it wouldna be amiss, Tae hae a horse in readiness, Tae flee awa in the morning. O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were waukin' I wad wait, Tae gang tae the coals in the morning. *
Fye now, Johnnie, get up an' rin, The Highland bagpipes mak' a din, It's better tae sleep in a hale skin, For it will be a bluidie morning. O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were waukin' I wad wait, Tae gang tae the coals in the morning. *
When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar cam, They speired at him, "Where's a' your men" "The de'il confound me gin I ken, For I left them a' in the morning." O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were waukin' I wad wait, Tae gang tae the coals in the morning. *
Now Johnnie, troth ye werena blate, Tae come wi' news o' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait, Sae early in the morning. O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were waukin' I wad wait, Tae gang tae the coals in the morning. *
In faith, quo Johnnie, I got sic flegs Wi' their claymores an' philabegs, Gin I face them again, de'il brak my legs, So I wish you a' good morning. O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet? Or are your drums a-beating yet? If ye were waukin' I wad wait, Tae gang tae the coals in the morning. *