Barbara Dickson - The blacksmith

Well, a blacksmith courted ^Cme, I ^Amloved him a-dearly He played upon his^C pipes both ^Amneat and a-trimly With his ^Chammer in his ^Ghand, he ^Amstrikes so steady And I love to hear him^C call all ^Ground the smith^Amy

Well, I love to watch my^C love with his ^Amhammer a-swinging And I love to hear it ^Cfall on the ^Amanvil a-ringing Well, the ^Cnote is loud and ^Gclear, the ^Amsparks are flying And my love is handsome^C then, there's ^Gno deny^Aming

My love's at the bellows^C now, the ^Amfire is roaring It is getting mighty ^Chot, the ^Amflames are soaring No^Cthing can be so ^Ggay when my ^Amlove is blowing And at night it's bright as^C day when my ^Glove is blow^Aming

Where has my lover ^Cgone with his ^Amcheeks like roses? He has gone across yon^C fields gather^Aming primroses And that ^Csun doth shine too c^Glear, it will ^Amburn his beauty I will go and seek my^C love and ^Gdo my du^Amty

Strange news has come to ^Ctown, strange ^Amnews is carried Strange news flies up and ^Cdown that my ^Amlove is married Well, I ^Cwish him joy though ^Ghe's my ^Amlove no longer But I love my old love^C still, my ^Gblacksmith yon^Amder

And a blacksmith courted ^Cme, I ^Amloved him a-dear^Aly