The Cobblers Daughter

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[Verse 1]
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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 
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'cause of me


[Verse 2]
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There was a handsome young man
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Who used to live by 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 never done rue the day
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And it happened as I say
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I took him to me chamber to see
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[Verse 3]
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I took him to me chamber
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Where we could be alone
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And knowing that me mother
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And me father were at home
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He kissed me on the cheek
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And I screamed 'til I was weak
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Me father came a running to the 
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door


[Verse 4]
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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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Me 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 
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high


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[Verse 5]
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Out ran the young man
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Unto the stairs straightway
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Me 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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And the young man fell like lead
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Quite dead upon the floor he lay

[Verse 6]
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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 
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'cause of me