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When Johnny Coup to Dunbar came,
They spier d at him where's a‘ your men?
O wow, says Johnny I dinna ken,
For I left them a‘ i‘ the morning.
Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
Now, Johnny, troth ye was nae blate,
To come wi' the news o‘ your ain defeat,
And leave your men in sic a strait,
So early in the morning.
Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
Alas! quoth Johnny, I got a flag,
Wi‘ their claymores and philabegs,
If I face them again I'll break my legs;
So I wish you a' good morning.
Hey Johnny Coup are ye waking yet.
Or are your drums a-beating yet;
If ye were waking I would wait,
To gang to the coals i‘ the morning.
The Mill, Mill, O.
Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid,
was sleeping sound and still, ;
A' lowin wi‘ love my fancy did rove
around her wi' good will O.
Her bosom I prest but sunk in her rest,
she stirr d na my joys to spill O.
