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A Blacksmith Courted Me - Jo Freya
Oh a blacksmith courted me
I loved him dearly
He played upon his pipes both neat and trimly
With his hammer in his hand he strikes so steady
He makes the sparks to fly all round the smithy
I love to watch my love
With his hammer swinging
I love to hear it fall on the anvil ringing
The note is loud and clear
The sparks are flying
My love is handsome then there's no denying
Where is my lover gone with his cheeks like roses
He's gone across the fields gathering primeroses
I'm afraid the shineing sun
Might spoil his beauty
I will go and seek my love to do my duty
Strange news has come to town
Strange news is carried
Sad news flies up and down but my love is married
I wish them both much joy he's my love no longer
And yet I love him still my blacksmith yonder
What did you promise me
When you lay beside me
You said you'd marry me and not deny me
It's witness I have none but God Almighty
And may he reword you well for slighting of me
I look at in a glass my head I shaked
To think I loved a lad who was false-hearted
I wish him well to do he does not hear me
I shall not die for love he need not fear me
