Barbara Dickson - The Blacksmith lyrics

Well, a blacksmith courted me, I loved him a-dearly He played upon his pipes both neat and a-trimly With his hammer in his hand he strikes so steady And I love to hear him call all round the smithy Well, I love to watch my love with his hammer a-swinging And I love to hear it fall on the anvil a-ringing Well, the note is loud and clear, the sparks are flying And my love is handsome then, there's no denying My love's at the bellows now, the fire's roaring It is getting mighty hot, the flames were soaring Nothing can be so gay when the fire is growing And at night it's as bright as day when my love is blowing Where has my lover gone with his cheeks like roses? He has gone across yon fields gathering primroses Well, that sun doth shine too clear, it'll burn his beauty I will go and seek my love and do my duty Strange news has come to town, strange news is carried Strange news flies up and down that my love is married Well, I wish him joy though he's my love no longer But I love my old love still, my blacksmith yonder Well, a blacksmith courted me, I loved him a-dearly