paroles de chanson King Knapperty - Martin Carthy

King Knapperty′s to the wooing gone
Over hills and mountains high
And he has met with an old old man
His father-in-law to be to be
His father-in-law to be
Good day good day cries King Knapperty
Good day good day cries he
I come your daughter's love to win
If you think that she love me love me
If you think that she love me
So this old man′s gone back to his house
And he's peeped into the door
And there he spied his own dear daughter
A-grovelling amongst the coal the coal
A-grovelling amongst the coal
Every nail all on her hand
It was like to an iron rake
And between her nostrils and her mouth
It was inches thick with dirt with dirt
It was inches thick with dirt
Get up get up you dirty slut
Go and wash your foul face clean
For your true love'll be here this night
And your body must be seen be seen
And your body must be seen
She scampered out she scampered in
She scampered up and down
And the bits and bobs that hung from her tail
Would have mucked an acre of land of land
Would have mucked an acre of land
So they scraped her and they scrubbed her
With the side of a rusty pan
Till King Knapperty himself come in
Such a clever and a tall young man young man
Such a clever and a tall young man
His teeth they were like tethering stakes
His nose was three foot long
He′s put his hand all in his coat
And he pulled out a gay gold ring gold ring
He pulled out a gay gold ring
He′s taken her all in his arms
And he's kissed her cheek and chin
And between his eyes was a yard and a half
And between his shoulders a span a span
And between his shoulders a span
She′s thanked him once she's thanked him twice
She′s thanked him over again
And each of the eyes in her true love's head
Was like to a rotting plum a plum
It was like to a rotting plum
And how they kissed and how they hugged
And how they kissed their fill
And the slaver that hung between their mouths
Would have tethered a two-year-old bull it would
Have tethered a two-year-old bull