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