The Blacksmith

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