| The Blacksmith
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| A blacksmith courted me nine months or better
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| He bravely 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 was with my love, I’d live forever
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| But where is my love gone with his cheeks like roses
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| And his good black billycock on, all crowned with primroses?
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| I’m afraid the scorching sun will shine and burn his beauty
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| And if I was with my love, I’d do my duty
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| Strange news has come to town, strange news is carried
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| Strange news flies up and down that my love, he’s married
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| 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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| «Don't you remember well when you lay beside me
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| And you said you’d marry me and 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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| Her lips grew pale and wan, it made her poor heart tremble
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| To think she loved a one and he proved deceitful |