| O, a blacksmith courted me five months and better
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| Ah, he fairly won my heart — wrote me a letter;
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| With his hammer in his hand he looked quite clever
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| And if I were with my love I would live for ever
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| O, where is my love now with his cheeks like roses
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| And his big black billy-cock on, decked around with primroses?
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| I’m afraid the scorching sun might burn and spoil his beauty
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| And if I were with my love I would do my duty
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| Strange news is come to town; |
| strange news is carried
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| Strange news flies up and down that my love is married
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| Well I wish them both much joy, though they can’t hear me
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| And may God reward them well for the slighting of me
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| «Do you remember when you lay beside me
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| And you said you’d marry me? |
| Do not deny me.»
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| «If I said I’d marry you it was only for to try you:
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| So bring your witness love and I’ll not deny you.»
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| «Oh, witness have I none, save God almighty;
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| And may he reward you well for the slighting of me.»
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| O, her cheeks grew pale and wan and it caused her heart to tremble
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| To think she loved the one and he proved deceitful
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| …he proved deceitful
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| …and he proved deceitful
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| O, a blacksmith courted me
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| O, a blacksmith courted me five months
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| Five months, five months |