Martin Carthy - King Knapperty lyrics

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 s*ut 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