Johnnie Cope - The Geese in the Bog - Turf Lodge - Rapalje

Jock sent a letter tae Dunbar

Sayin' Cherlie meet me gin ye daur

It’s I’ll learn ye the erts o' war

If ye meet me here in the morning

Cherlie read the letter upon

He drew his sword its scabbard from

Sayin' follow me my merry men

And we’ll meet Johnnie Cope in the morning

Hey Johnnie Cope are ye walking yet?

And are your drums a-beating yet?

If you were walking I would wait

Tae gang tae the coals in the morning

Come noo Johnnie be as good as your word

And let us try baith fire and sword

Dinnae flee like a frightened bird

That’s gone frae its nest in the morning

When Johnnie Cope he heard o' this

He said tae himself it widnae be amiss

Gin I saddle my horse in readiness

Tae gang a flee in the morning

Hey Johnnie Cope are ye walking yet?

And are your drums a-beating yet?

If you were walking I would wait

Tae gang tae the coals in the morning

Bye noo Johnnie get up and rin

The hieland bagpipes mak a din

It’s better tae sleep wi' a hale skin

It’ll be a bloody morning

When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar came

They speired at him, «where's a' your men?»

The de’il confound me I dinnae ken

I left them a' in the morning

Hey Johnnie Cope are ye walking yet?

And are your drums a-beating yet?

If you were walking I would wait

Tae gang tae the coals in the morning

Come noo Johnnie ye werenae plait

Tae come wi' the news o' your ane defeat

And leave your men in sic' a state

Sae early in the morning

Wait quo Johnnie I got sic' flegs

Wi' their claymores and philabegs

Gin I meet them again De’il brak' my legs

I bid you all good morning

Hey Johnnie Cope are ye walking yet?

And are your drums a-beating yet?

If you were walking I would wait

Tae gang tae the coals in the morning