Daniel Cooper;
Or, The High-land Laddy.
To a Scotch Tune, called, Wally on't, Or, We'l welcome you to Yarrow.
Up go we, Or, Jenny Gin.
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THere's ne'r a Lad in our town,
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that's worth an ounce of Powder,
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but will have his beaver hat,
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and Ribbons to his shoulder.
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There's ne'r a Lass in our town
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that's worth a bunch of leeks a,
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but she'l have a sasnet hood,
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and ribbons tul her Cheeks a.
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DAniel Cooper and his Man,
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they went tull a Fayr Joe,
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And all to seek a bonny Lass,
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but the Deel a Girl was there so:
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The Fidler kist the Pipers Wife;
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the Blind-man sat and saw her,
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She lift up her Holland smock,
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and Daniel Cooper claw'd her.
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There's four and twenty Highland Lads
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went to a Highland Market,
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And twelve of them had Heas & Shoon
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and twelve of them went bare-foot,
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And they went tull a Widdows house,
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and she was Dancing naked,
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And all the Time the Piper play'd,
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was, prithee Widdow take it.
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Some do call me Shentleman,
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and some do call me Trooper,
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But when I am at mine own house,
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my name is Daniel Cooper:
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Cooper, Cooper, canst thou hoop?
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canst thou hoop a Kin-a-kin?
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I've forty Shillings in my Purse,
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and that will serve us drinking.
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And I can hoop a Kin-a-kin,
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and I can hoop a Cogie,
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And I can stop the Water-gap,
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that lets out all the Grovy:
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Daniel Cooper was his Name,
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all others far exceeding;
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He might have been a Lord of fame,
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for worthy birth and breeding,
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Daniel Cooper he did gang
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to th Town of Panting-Coddle,
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There he lent the Parson Joan
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a sound clank o're the noddle;
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He brust his Curstard, till the blood,
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ran streaming down his hair Sir,
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'Cause it was said, the Parson plaid
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with Daniels tickling Geer Sir,
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Daniel Cooper met forsooth,
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a Lass was cloath'd in grey Joe,
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And she was going to Edenborough,
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with Butter-milk and Whey Joe:
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He lay'd her down upon the Green,
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for he was a lusty fellow,
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And there he ty'd her Garter Green,
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upon her stocking yellow.
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Such tying of a Garter fair,
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I think was never seen Joe,
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For she that came a Maiden there,
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did ne'r return again so:
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Daniel skipt away with joy,
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the Maid was well contented,
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Though in a while she had a Boy,
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and then she sore repented.
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Daniel Cooper he could fight,
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and he a Horn could blow well,
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To hawk or hunt for his delight,
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and Daniel he could mow well,
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Which made him gang full oft and soon
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unto the Lady Cardle;
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Who said he was the bonniest Loon,
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that e're was girt in Girdle.
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