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And loud tempest storming before the middle day:
I've seen Tweed's silver streams,
Shining in the sunny beams,
Grow dromly and dark as it roiled away.
O ficle fortune!
Why thus cruel spoiling?
Why thus perplexing poor sons of a day?
Thy frowns cannot fear me,
Nor smiles cannot chear me.
Since the Flowers of the Forest are a' wed away.
JOHNNY COPE.
COPE sent a letter frae Dunbar,
Charlie meet me an' ye dare,
And I'll learn you the art of war,
If you'll meet wi' me in the morning.
Hey Johnny Cope are ye waking yet,
Or are your drums-a-beating yet,
If ye were walking I would wait,
To gang to the coals i' the morning.
When Charlie look'd the letter upon,
He drew his sword the scabbard from,
Saying, Follow me my merry merry men,
An' we'll meet Johnny Cope i' the morning,
Hey Johnny Cope, &c.
Now Johnny be as good as your word,
Come let us try both fire and sword,
And dinna rin awa like a frighted bird,
That's chac'd frae its nest i' the morning.
Hey Johnny Cope, &c.
