For a blacksmith courted me
Nine months or better
And he who gained my heart
Wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand
Strikes his blows so clever
And if I was with my love
I'd live forever
Now he talks of going abroad
Fighting for strangers
But he'll stay at home with me
And free from dangers
I'm afraid the broiling sun
Might spoil his beauty
And if I was with my love
I'd do love's duty
For when I had gold in store
You did invite me
But now I'm low and poor
You mean to slight me
For there is no trusting men
Not my own brother
And it's girls, if you would love
Love one each other
But dry off your brandy tears
And leave off weeping
For it's happy we shall be
At our next meeting