I heard the Niamh Parsons version first, but I didn't like the ending of the song...no resolution. So, in the time honored tradition of folk music, I wrote some a new verse to resolve the song. Feel free to let me know what you think.

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'Twas early one mornin', a fair maid arose,
      C                        G          C
And dressed herself up in the finest of clothes.
    C                                     F
Then off to the shoemaker's shop sure she goes,
       C                  G
For a kiss in the mornin' early.
    C                               F
The cobbler arose and he soon let her in,
    C                        G         C
His arm and his hammer were neat as a pin.
    C                                    F
And he had the will for to greet her so slim,
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With a kiss in the mornin' ear-ly.
    C                                     F
Oh cobbler, oh cobbler 'tis soon we'll be wed,
    C                      G            C
And nestlin' together in a fine feather bed,
    C                                     F
So give me two shoes with two buckles of red,
       C                  G
For me kiss in the mornin' early.
    C                                     F
The maid hid the shoes in the back of her waist,
      C                            G          C
She praised his good cobbling and shoemaker's taste.
      C                                  F
Then told to her father, she mournfully faced,
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For it was in the mornin' ear-ly.
    C                               F
Oh father, oh father I've got me a man,
    C                      G       C
And he is the one I would wed if I can.
    C                               F
As handsome as ever in leather did stand,
       C                  G
For me kiss in the mornin' early.
         C                                  F
Now the father was thinkin', and thinkin' again,
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For to wed her to riches and have them for him.
    C                                  F
Who knows but it might be a Prince or a King,
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That she met in the mornin' ear-ly.
C                                  F
Who knows but it might be a jobber from town,
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Or a wealthy sea captain who sails the world round.
   C                                        F
A man with some thousands and thousands of pounds,
          C                G
That she met in the mornin' early.
       C                                  F
So the father was smilin', his daughter embraced,
      C                      G            C
Then touching the buckles he drew back in haste.
    C                                           F
He spied the red shoes that were tied round her waist,
       C                G   C
For it was in the mornin' ear-ly.
    C                                    F
Oh daughter, oh daughter he started to shout,
    C                     G       C
When he did discover what she was about.
    C                                       F
God knows 'twas none but that old cobblin' clout,
          C                G
That she met in the mornin' early.
    C                                       F
He ranted and roared, did the best that he could,
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To convince her that a cobbler, indeed was no good,
    C                              F
To marry a cobbler would be a disgrace,
       C                  G
For a kiss in the mornin' early.
          C                                    F
But he'd given his blessing, she couldn't be swayed,
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For she knew very well of the game that he played,
       C                                    F
She'd marry her cobbler to her father's dismay,
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With a kiss in the mornin' ear-ly.