Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Paul Clayton
Ye coopers and hoopers, attend to my ditty
I'll sing of a cooper wha dwell'th in Dundee
This young man, he was both amorous and witty
He pleased the fair maids wi' a blink of his e'e
He was no a cooper, a common tub-hooper
The most of his trade lay in pleasing the fair
He hooped them, he cooped them
He bored them, he plugged them
An' all sent for Sandie when out of repair
For a twelvemonth or so, this youth was respected
And he was as busy, as wеll he could be
But business incrеased so, that some were neglected
Which ruined his trade in the town of Dundee
Now, a bailiff's daughter had wanted a coopin'
And Sandie was sent for, as often was he
He yerked her sae hard that she sprung her end-hoopin'
Which banished poor Sandie from bonny Dundee