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Midi file sequenced by Barry Taylor.
Another Version of Johnnie Cope
Performed by: Laverock. Recorded by: pansbands.co.uk
Johnnie Cope
Cope sent a letter frae Dunbar -
Charlie, meet me an' ye daur,
And I'll learn you the art o' war,
If you'll meet me in the morning.
Chorus;
Hey Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
Or are your drums a-beating yet?
If ye were waukin' I wad wait
To gang to the coals i' the morning.
When Charlie look'd the letter upon'
He drew his sword the scabbard from;
Come follow me, my merry merry men,
And we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the morning.
When Johnnie Cope he heard o' this,
He thought it wadna be amiss,
To hae a horse in readiness
To flee awa' in the morning.
Fy now, Johnnie get up and rin,
The Highland bagpipes mak' a din;
It is best to sleep in a hale skin
For 'twill be a bluidy morning.
When Johnnie Cope to Dunbar came,
They speir'd at him, Where's a' your men?
The deil confound me gin I ken,
For I left them a' i' the morning.
Now, Johnnie troth ye are na blate,
To come wi, news o' your ain defeat,
And leave your men in sic a strait
Sae early in the morning.
Oh! faith quo' Johnnie, I got sic flegs,
Wi' their claymores and philabegs;
If I face them again, deil brak my legs -
So I wish you a gude morning.
Prince Charles' Highland army routed the Hanoverian army led by Sir John Cope at Prestonpans on 21st September 1745. The tune is an old Scottish Air. These words were written in 1745 by Adam Skirving (1719-1803), a tenant farmer in East Lothian. Robert Burns also wrote a set of lyrics to the tune.
Meaning of unusual words:
wauking=waking
speired=asked
blate=shy
sic=such
flegs=frights
philabegs=kilts
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Midi file sequenced by Barry Taylor.
My Bonnie Moorhen
My bonnie
moorhen, my bonnie moorhen,
Up in the grey hills, and doon in the glen,
It's when ye gang butt the hoose, when ye gang ben
I'll drink a health tae my bonnie moorhen.
My bonnie
moorhen's gane o'er the faim,
And it will be summer e'er she comes again,
But when she comes back again some folk will ken,
And drink a toast tae my bonnie moorhen.
My bonnie
moorhen has feathers anew,
And she's a' fine colours, but nane o' them blue,
She's red an' she's white, an' she's green an' she's grey
My bonnie moorhen come hither away.
Come up by Glen
Duich, and doon by Glen Shee
An' roun' by Kinclaven and hither tae me,
For Ranald and Donald are oot on the fen,
Tae brak the wing o' my bonnie moorhen.
This song is one of many of the period with double meanings and disguise. The The Prince is the moorhen and Ranald and Donald are redcoat soldiers. The colours referred to are those of the old Stuart tartan.
