The smith's song

While we sing a song,

Bwail so, seid so,

Ding dong, ding-a-dong,

I strike, you blow!

Rake those ashes out,

Boy, your fire's low,

Heap new sods about,

Blow now, blow!

Rouse that iron

Cold and dead,

Our forge fire on,

Rouse him red!

Ply your bellows

To my blows!

See! He yellows,

Mellows, glows!

From these embers now,

Let us lift him,

To our anvil's brow

Let us shift him!

From your can of water,

Come boy, drench him,

Splash, splash, splutter, splatter,

Quench him, quench him!

Now with ding-a-dong

On this bar's edge

Swing, swong, slow and strong

Beats my big sledge,

All through the clamour

Red sparks rain,

Whilst my hammer

Shapes the shoe plain.

Have the nails ready, boy,

So! mare, So!

Now keep her steady boy,

Woa! girl, woa!

Ring-ding, ring-a-ting,

Rising, sinking,

That's our little hammer

Now comes clinking,

Ring-ding, ring-a-ting,

There's one shoe fast,

Ring-ding, ring-a-ting,

There boy's our last.