The Blacksmith

Lyrics

Out walking in the country Met a bold jolly blacksmith He was shoeing a lively mare And he was singing a strange air One for the master One for the owner But none for the poor boy A-doing the best he can Out walking in the country Met a bold jolly blacksmith He was shoeing a lively mare He was singing a strange air It's one for the master And One for the owner And none for the poor boy Who's a-doing the best he can