Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Blacksmiths , by - Mediaeval Baebes. Song from the album TEMPTATION, in the genre Мировая классикаRelease date: 09.12.2018
Record label: Queen Of Sheeba
Song language: English
The Blacksmiths |
| Swart smeked smithes, smatered with smoke |
| Drive me to deth with din of here dintes |
| Swich nois on nightes ne herd men never |
| What knavene cry and clatering of knockes |
| The cammede kongons cryen after «cole, cole!» |
| Blowen here bellewes that al here brain brestes |
| «Huf, puf,» saith that oon, «haf, paf,» that other |
| They spitten and sprawlen and spellen many spelles |
| They gnawen and gnasshen, they grones togidere |
| The blacksmiths |
| The blacksmiths |
| Blacksmiths |
| Blacksmiths |
| Hevy hamres they han that hard been handled |
| Stark strokes they striken on a steeled stokke |
| «Lus, bus, las, das,» routen by rowe |
| Swich doleful a dreem the devil it to drive |
| The maister longeth a litel and lassheth a lesse |
| The blacksmiths |
| The blacksmiths |
| Blacksmiths |
| Blacksmiths |
| May no man for |
| Bren-wateres |
| On night han |
| His rest |
| May no man for |
| Bren-wateres |
| On night han |
| His rest |
| May no man for |
| Bren-wateres |
| On night han |
| His rest |
| May no man for |
| Bren-wateres |
| On night han |
| His rest |
| May no man for |
| Bren-wateres |
| On night han |
| His rest |