The Cobblers Daughter - Kate Rusby

I am a cobbler’s daughter

I’m thought of rude and mean

But a finer and 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 near me

If I went out, if I went in

He’d always follow me

I’ll never rue the day

It happened as I say

I led him to my chamber room to see

I led him to my chamber

So we could be alone

And knowing that my mother

And my father were at home

He kissed me on the cheek

And I screamed till I was weak

My father came a running to the door

He’s jumped upon the young man

As I was standing by

But he brought his fist behind his head

And 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

To the stairs straightway

But my mother she was waiting

Like a raging bull I’d say

She’s hit him on the head

The young man fell like lead

Quite dead upon the floor he lay