Cope sent a message from Dunbar
Sayin' Charlie, meet me if you dare
And I'll learn you the art if war
If you'll meet me in the morning
Hey, now Johnny, are you wailin' yet
And are your drums a' beatin' yet
If your walkin' I would wait
You're goin' to the coals in the morning
When Charlie looked the letter upon
He drew his sword his scabbard from
Follow me my merry men
And we'll meet Johnny Cope in the morning
Hey, now Johnny, are you wailin' yet
And are your drums a' beatin' yet
If your walkin' I would wait
You're goin' to the coals in the morning
When Johnny Cope, he heard of this
He thought it wouldn't be amiss
To have a horse in readiness
To flee far away in the morning
Go now Johnny, get up and run
The highland pipes are makin' a din
It's better to sleep in a hail skin
It will be a bloody morning
When Johnny Cope to Dunbar came
He asked of him, "Where's all your men?"
They'll confound me again and again
For I left them all in the morning
Hey, now Johnny, you weren't too late
To come with news of your own defeat
And leave your men in such a state
So early in the morning
I'm a stranger here from Ireland's shore
I've been on the road six months or me
Hikin', workin', travellin' in style
I'm a vagabond from Ireland's isle
Me sunburned thumb stuck up in the air
Many's the lift from here to there
Cars, buses, vans and trains
In the punishin' heat, the snow and the rain
Whack fol the diddle fol the dire ro day
Whack fol the diddle fol the der oh
Mrs. Dolan
Yer son he isn't workin'
I came from Dublin to Jerusalem town
Had a drink or two on the journey down
At a railway station called Gare du Nord
Missed my train through gargling hard
Three days later in Napoli on a Turkish boat
I sailed to sea, kept in a hot hole down below
Travelin' tourist cla** you know
When the Promised Land came into sight
The customs man gave me a fright
"How much money have you got with you, Joe?"
I bluffed and said "50 pounds or so"
He said "Shalom!" I said "Good day!"
Grabbed my 'pipes and got fast away
Down to the desert then I went
Diggin' up history and livin' in a tent
It was in the gulf of Acaba
I met some paddies and we had a fleadh
Danced through the streets of Eilat town
Sang Sean South of Garryowen
I been travellin' I don't know
Pack your gear, ya ruck & go
Ya leave the craic for another bout
Could damn well do with a pint of stout