Kate Rusby – The Cobblers Daughter (Guitar)

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*****DO NOT ADD STRUMMING PATTERNS TO MY TABS***** [Intro] F C F C F [Verse 1]
  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
[Verse 2]
      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
[Verse 3]
  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
[Verse 4]
     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 [Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
  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     
And my mother's in the prison 'cause of me
[Outro] F C F C G C F C G C