April 12th, 2004


more road music

The Blacksmith

* Trad

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 quite clever
And if I was with my love I'd live for ever

But where is my love gone with his cheeks like roses
And his good black billycock on decked round 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 can't hear me
And may God reward him well for the slighting of me

Don't you remember when you lay beside me
And you said you'd 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 not deny you

Oh witness have I none save God Almighty
And may He reward you well for the slighting of me
Her lips grew pale and wan, it made her poor heart to tremble
To think she loved the one and he'd proved deceitful

As sung by Planxty