Cope 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.

Charlie looked the letter upon,
He drew his sword and scabbard from,
Follow me, my merry men,
And we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the morning.

Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
Or are your [bad word] a-beating yet?
If ye were waukin' I wad wait,
Tae gang tae the coals in the morning. [bad word] Johnnie, be as good as your word,
And let us try baith fire and sword,
And dinna flee like a frichted bird,
That's chased frae its nest i' the morning.

Johnnie Cope he heard o' this,
He thocht it wouldna be amiss,
Tae hae a horse in readiness,
Tae flee awa in the morning.

Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
Or are your [bad word] 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.

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."

Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
Or are your [bad word] a-beating yet?
If ye were waukin' I wad wait,
Tae gang tae the coals in the morning.

Troth now, Johnnie ye werena blate, [bad word] wi' news o' your ain defeat,
And leave your men in sic a strait,
Sae early 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.

Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
Or are your [bad word] a-beating yet?
If ye were waukin' I wad wait,
Tae gang tae the coals in the morning.