
Date of issue: 15.06.2013
Song language: English
The Blacksmith |
A blacksmith courted me, nine months and better. |
He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter. |
With his hammer in his hand, he looked so clever, |
And if I was with my love, I’d live forever. |
And where is my love gone, with his cheek like roses, |
And his good black billycock on, decked with primroses? |
I’m afraid the scorching sun will shine and burn his beauty, |
And if I was with my love, I’d do my duty. |
Strange news is come to town, strange news is carried, |
Strange news flies up and down that my love is married. |
I wish them both much joy, though they don’t hear me |
And may God reward him well for the slighting of me. |
'What did you promise when you sat beside me? |
You said you would marry me, and not deny me.' |
'If I said I’d marry you, it was only for to try you, |
So bring your witness, love, and I’ll never deny you.' |
'Oh, witness have I none save God Almighty. |
And He’ll reward you well for slighting of me.' |
Her lips grew pale and white, it made her poor heart tremble |
To think she loved one, and he proved deceitful. |