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Shirley Collins - The Blacksmith Courted Me lyrics
For a blacksmith courted me, nine months or better. And he who gained my heart wrote me a letter. With his hammer in his hand strikes his blows so clever And if I was with my love, I'd live forever. Now he talks of going abroad, fighting for strangers, But he'll stay at home with me and free from dangers; I'm afraid the broiling sun might spoil his beauty, And if I was with my love, I'd do love's duty. For when I had gold in store, you did invite me; But now I'm low and poor, you mean to slight me. For there is no trusting men, not my own brother, And it's girls, if you would love, love one each other. But dry off your brandy tears, and leave off weeping, For it's happy we shall be at our next meeting. |
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