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R232975 1 Wally on't, Or, We'l welcome you to Yarrow. / Up go we, Or, Jenny Gin Daniel Cooper Wally On't, Or, We'll Welcome You to Yarrow. / Up Go We, Or, Jenny Gin THere's ne'r a Lad in our town, that's worth an ounce of Powder, but will have / his beaver hat, and Ribbons to his shoulder. There's ne'r a Lass in our town Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : Daniel Cooper; / Or, The High-land Laddy. Daniel Cooper; Or, the High-land Laddy. ?-? P. Brooksby

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THere's ne'r a Lad in our town, that's worth an ounce of Powder, but will have his beaver hat, and Ribbons to his shoulder. There's ne'r a Lass in our town that's worth a bunch of leeks a, but she'l have a sasnet hood, and ribbons tul her Cheeks a.
DAniel Cooper and his Man, they went tull a Fayr Joe, And all to seek a bonny Lass, but the Deel a Girl was there so: The Fidler kist the Pipers Wife; the Blind-man sat and saw her, She lift up her Holland smock, and Daniel Cooper claw'd her. There's four and twenty Highland Lads went to a Highland Market, And twelve of them had Heas & Shoon and twelve of them went bare-foot, And they went tull a Widdows house, and she was Dancing naked, And all the Time the Piper play'd, was, prithee Widdow take it. Some do call me Shentleman, and some do call me Trooper, But when I am at mine own house, my name is Daniel Cooper: Cooper, Cooper, canst thou hoop? canst thou hoop a Kin-a-kin? I've forty Shillings in my Purse, and that will serve us drinking. And I can hoop a Kin-a-kin, and I can hoop a Cogie, And I can stop the Water-gap, that lets out all the Grovy: Daniel Cooper was his Name, all others far exceeding; He might have been a Lord of fame, for worthy birth and breeding, Daniel Cooper he did gang to th Town of Panting-Coddle, There he lent the Parson Joan a sound clank o're the noddle;
He brust his Curstard, till the blood, ran streaming down his hair Sir, 'Cause it was said, the Parson plaid with Daniels tickling Geer Sir, Daniel Cooper met forsooth, a Lass was cloath'd in grey Joe, And she was going to Edenborough, with Butter-milk and Whey Joe: He lay'd her down upon the Green, for he was a lusty fellow, And there he ty'd her Garter Green, upon her stocking yellow. Such tying of a Garter fair, I think was never seen Joe, For she that came a Maiden there, did ne'r return again so: Daniel skipt away with joy, the Maid was well contented, Though in a while she had a Boy, and then she sore repented. Daniel Cooper he could fight, and he a Horn could blow well, To hawk or hunt for his delight, and Daniel he could mow well, Which made him gang full oft and soon unto the Lady Cardle; Who said he was the bonniest Loon, that e're was girt in Girdle.
FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner. 1683.