Kate Rusby - The cobblers daughter

I ^Cam a cobbler's ^Fdaughter I'm ^Cthought of rude and ^Gmean But a ^Cfiner and a bonnier ^Flass You have never ^Gseen I've ^Cplagued my father's ^Fhead For ^Cmy life I wouldn't ^Gwed And my ^Cmother's in the ^Fprison 'cause of ^Cme ^{F C F}

There ^Cwas a handsome ^Fyoung man Who ^Cused to live by ^Gme If ^CI went out, if ^FI went in He'd always follow ^Gme I ^Cnever done rue the ^Fday And it ^Chappened as I ^Gsay I ^Ctook him to me ^Fchamber^C to see ^{F C F}

I ^Ctook him to me ^Fchamber Where ^Cwe could be a^Glone And ^Cknowing that me ^Fmother And me father were at ^Ghome He ^Ckissed me on the ^Fcheek And I ^Cscreamed 'til I was ^Gweak Me ^Cfather came a ^Frunning to the ^Cdoor ^F

He's ^Cjumped upon the ^Fyoung man As ^CI was standing ^Gby But he ^Cbrought his fist be^Fhind his head And thumped him in the ^Geye Me ^Cmother heard the ^Fdin Up the ^Cstairs she did be^Ggin With a ^Cbroom for a ^Fweapon she held ^Chig^Fh

^COut ran the ^Fyoung man Un^Cto the stairs straight^Gway Me ^Cmother, she was ^Fwaiting Like a raging bull, I'd ^Gsay She's ^Chit him on the ^Fhead And the ^Cyoung man fell like ^Glead Quite ^Cdead upon the ^Ffloor he ^Clay^F

I ^Cam a cobbler's ^Fdaughter I'm ^Cthought of rude and ^Gmean But a ^Cfiner and a bonnier ^Flass You have never ^Gseen I've ^Cplagued my father's ^Fhead For ^Cmy life I wouldn't ^Gwed And my ^Cmother's in the ^Fprison 'cause of ^Cme ^{F C F C G C F C G C}