Seven Nations - Johnny Cope / Fermoy La**es / Jerusalem Rap lyrics

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