I am a cobbler's daughter
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I'm thought of rude and mean
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But a finer and a bonnier lass
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You have never seen
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I've plagued my father's head
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For my life I wouldn't wed
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And my mother's in the prison cause of me
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There was a handsome young man
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Who used to live near me
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If I went out, if I went in
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He'd always follow me
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I'll never rue the day
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It happened as I say
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I led him to my chamber room to see
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I led him to my chamber
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So we could be alone
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And knowing that my mother
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And my father were at home
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He kissed me on the cheek
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And I screamed till I was weak
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My father came a running to the door
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He's jumped upon the young man
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As I was standing by
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But he brought his fist behind his head
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And thumped him in the eye
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Then my mother heard the din
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Up the stairs she did begin
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With a broom for a weapon she held high
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Out ran the young man
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To the stairs straightway
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But my mother she was waiting
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Like a raging bull I'd say
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She's hit him on the head
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The young man fell like lead
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The Cobbler's Daughter
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| Kate Rusby |
