David Gibb and Elly Lucas - The Blacksmith

A blacksmith courted me nine months or 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 would live forever.

But where is my love gone with his cheeks like roses
And his good black Billycock on decked around with primroses.
I fear the shining sun may burn and scorch his beauty
And if I was with my love I would 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.

No, 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 a poor heart tremble
To think she loved a one and he proved deceitful.

      Um tema tradicional da folk inglesa, aqui cantado de modo elevado com pequenos desacertos nos versos.