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 forever.
  
   But where is my love gone
   With his cheeks like roses
   And his good black Billycock on
   Decked round 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 is coming to town
   Strange news is carried
   Strange mews flies up and down
   That my love is married.
   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.
  
   No witness have I none
   Save God Almighty
   And may he reward you well
   For the slighting of me
   Her lips grew pale and wan
   It made a poor heart tremble
   To think she loved a one
   And be proved deceitful.
  
   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 forever.