| 'Twas early one morning a fair maid arose
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| And dressed herself up in the finest of clothes
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| And off to the shoemaker’s shop sure she goes
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| For the kiss in the morning early
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| The cobbler arose and he soon let her in
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| His awl and his hammer were neat as a pin
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| And he had the will for to greet her so slim
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| With a kiss in the morning early
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| O Cobbler, o cobbler, 'tis soon we’ll be wed
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| And nestling together in a fine feather bed
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| So give me two shoes with two buckles of red
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| For my kiss in the morning early
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| The maid hid the shoes at the back of her waist
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| She praised his good cobbling and shoemaker’s taste
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| And home to her father she mournfully faced
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| And it was in the morning early
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| O Father, o Father, I’ve got me a man
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| And he is the one I would wed if I can
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| As handsome as ever in leather did stand
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| For my kiss in the morning early
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| So the father was thinking and thinking again
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| For to wed her to riches and have him for kin
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| Who knows but it might be a prince or a king
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| That she met in the morning early
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| Who knows but it might be a jobber from town
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| Or a wealthy sea captain who’s sailed the world round
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| A man with some thousands and thousands of pounds
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| That she met in the morning early
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| So the father was smiling, his daughter embraced
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| And touching the buckles he drew back in haste
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| He spied the red shoes that were tied round her waist
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| Oh it was in the morning early
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| O daughter, o daughter, he started to shout
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| When he did discover what she was about
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| God knows 'twas none but that old cobbling clout
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| That you met in the morning early |