Music: Trad, Based on the Arr. by C. Moore, L. O’Flynn, A. Irvine, D. Lunny
Voice, Cittern and Harmonica
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 all crowned 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 has come to town, strange news is carried
Strange news flies up and down that my love is married
And 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 cheeks grew pale and wan it made her poor heart to tremble
To think she loved the one and he proved deceitful