| 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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| Quite dead upon the floor he lay |