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A Denying: The Blacksmith
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
The sun doth shine too bright, it'll burn bis beauty
I will go seek my love to do my duty

Strange news has come to town, strange news is carried
Sad news flies up and down, my love is married
I wish him well though he's my love no longer
And yet I love him still, my blacksmith yonder

What's the promise that you made me when you lay beside me?
You promised you'd marry me and not deny me
It's witness I have none but the Almighty
And he will punish you for slighting of me

I looked 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