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(Emin)A blacksmith courted (D)me
nine (Emin)months and (D)bet(Emin)ter
He fairly won my (D)heart wrote (Emin)me
a (D)let(Emin)ter
With his (G)hammer in his (Emin)hand
he (G)looked quite cle(D)ver
And if (Emin)I was with my love I'd (G)live
for (D)e(Emin)ver.
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
come to town, strange news is carried
Strange news 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 her poor heat tremble
To think she loved a one and he proved deceitful.
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