Cope sent a chaillenge frae DunbarSaying, « Charlie, meet me an’ ye daurAn’ I’ll learn ye the airt o’ warIf ye gang tae the coals in the morning »When Charlie viewed the letter uponHe drew his sword his scabbard fromSayin’, « Gang wi’ me, my merry menAnd we’ll meet Johnny Cope in the morning »Chorus:Hey, Johnny Cope, are ye a-waukin’ yet?Or are your drums a-beating yet?Gin ye were waukin’ I wad waitTae gang tae the coals in the morningWhen Johnny Cope, he heard o’ thisHe thocht it wadna be amissTae hae a horse in readinessTae flee frae the coals in the morning(Chorus)Well, fie noo, Johnny, get up an’ rinThe Heilan bagpipes mak’ their dinYe’re best tae sleep in yer ain hale skinIt will be a bloody morning(Chorus)When Johnny Cope tae Dunbar camThey speired him, « Whaur’s a’ yer men? » »The de’il confound me gin I kenI left them a’ in the morning »Well, fie noo, Johnny, ye werena blateTae come wi’ news o’ yer ain defeatAnd leave yer men in sic a straitSae early in the morning(Chorus)Oh faith, quo’ Johnny, I got sic flegsFrae their claymores and their philabegsIf I face them again, de’il brak my legsI’ll bid ye’s a’ good morning(Chorus 2x)