The Cobblers Daughter chords by Kate Rusby

Kate Rusby - The Cobbler's Daughter


INTRO: F  C  F  C  F

  C              F
I am a cobbler's daughter
    C                   G
I'm thought of rude and mean
      C                   F
But a finer and a bonnier lass
               G
You have never seen
     C                   F
I've plagued my father's head
    C                  G
For my life I wouldn't wed
       C               F                C   F  C  F
And my mother's in the prison 'cause of me

      C              F
There was a handsome young man
    C               G
Who used to live by me
   C              F
If I went out, if I went in
                   G
He'd always follow me
  C                  F
I never done rue the day
       C             G
And it happened as I say
  C              F      C       F  C  F
I took him to me chamber to see


  C              F
I took him to me chamber
      C            G
Where we could be alone
    C               F
And knowing that me mother
                      G
And me father were at home
   C                F
He kissed me on the cheek
      C                   G
And I screamed 'til I was weak
   C             F              C     F
Me father came a running to the door


     C               F
He's jumped upon the young man
   C              G
As I was standing by
       C                  F
But he brought his fist behind his head
                       G
And thumped him in the eye
   C                F
Me mother heard the din
       C                G
Up the stairs she did begin
       C           F               C  F
With a broom for a weapon she held high


INSTRUMENTAL: C  G  C  F  C  G  C  F  C  G  C  F  C  G  C


C           F
Out ran the young man
  C                     G
Unto the stairs straightway
   C               F
Me mother, she was waiting
                        G
Like a raging bull, I'd say
      C              F
She's hit him on the head
        C                   G
And the young man fell like lead
      C             F        C  F
Quite dead upon the floor he lay


  C              F
I am a cobbler's daughter
    C                   G
I'm thought of rude and mean
      C                   F
But a finer and a bonnier lass
               G
You have never seen
     C                   F
I've plagued my father's head
    C                  G
For my life I wouldn't wed
       C               F                C   F  C  F  C  G  C  F  C  G  C
And my mother's in the prison 'cause of me