| Song | The Blacksmith |
| Artist | Eddi Reader |
| Album | Mirmama |
| O, a blacksmith courted me five months and better | |
| ah, he fairly won my heart – wrote me a letter; | |
| with his hammer in his hand he looked quite clever | |
| and if I were with my love I would live for ever | |
| O, where is my love now with his cheeks like roses | |
| and his big black billy-cock on, decked around with primroses? | |
| I’m afraid the scorching sun might burn and spoil his beauty | |
| and if I were 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 | |
| well I wish them both much joy, though they can’t hear me | |
| and may God reward them well for the slighting of me | |
| “Do you remember when you lay beside me | |
| and you said you’d marry me? Do 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.” | |
| O, her cheeks grew pale and wan and it caused her heart to tremble | |
| to think she loved the one and he proved deceitful | |
| …he proved deceitful | |
| …and he proved deceitful | |
| O, a blacksmith courted me | |
| O, a blacksmith courted me five months | |
| five months, five months |
| O, a blacksmith courted me five months and better | |
| ah, he fairly won my heart wrote me a letter | |
| with his hammer in his hand he looked quite clever | |
| and if I were with my love I would live for ever | |
| O, where is my love now with his cheeks like roses | |
| and his big black billycock on, decked around with primroses? | |
| I' m afraid the scorching sun might burn and spoil his beauty | |
| and if I were 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 | |
| well I wish them both much joy, though they can' t hear me | |
| and may God reward them well for the slighting of me | |
| " Do you remember when you lay beside me | |
| and you said you' d marry me? Do 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." | |
| O, her cheeks grew pale and wan and it caused her heart to tremble | |
| to think she loved the one and he proved deceitful | |
| he proved deceitful | |
| and he proved deceitful | |
| O, a blacksmith courted me | |
| O, a blacksmith courted me five months | |
| five months, five months |