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'''A Lusty Young Smith''' is an [[18th Century]] [[song]] that first appeared in Thomas D'Urfey's ''Wit and Mirth: Pills to Purge Melancholy'' in 1719. (Although without the "jingle-bang" chorus.)
'''A Lusty Young Smith'''
<pre>
A lusty young smith at his vice stood a-filing,
his hammer laid by but his forge still aglow,
When to him a buxom young damesel cam smiling,
and asked if to work at her forge he would go.


Sometimes it is misclassified as a [[filk]] song.
Chorus


== Lyrics ==
With a jingle-bang jingle-bang jingle-bang jingle,
:A lusty young smith at his vice stood a-filing,<br>
with a jingle-bang jingle-bang jingle-hi-ho!
:his hammer laid by but his forge still aglow,<br>
:When to him a buxom young damesel came smiling,<br>
:and asked if to work at her forge he would go.<br>
:<br>
:'''Chorus'''<br>
:<br>
:''With a jingle-bang jingle-bang jingle-bang jingle,''<br>
:''with a jingle-bang jingle-bang jingle-hi-ho!''<br>
:<br>
:"I will", said the smith, and they went off together,<br>
:Away to the young damsel's forge they did go,<br>
:They stripped to go to it, was hot work and weather,<br>
:She kindled a fire and soon made him blow.<br>
:<br>
:Her husband, she said, no good work could afford her,<br>
:His strength and his tools were worn out long ago,<br>
:The smith said, "well mine are in very good order,<br>
:and now I am ready my skill for to show"<br>
:<br>
:Red hot grew his iron, as both did desire,<br>
:and he was too wise not to strike while 'twas so...<br>
:Quoth she, "What I get I get out of the fire,<br>
:So prithee strike hard and redouble thy blow!"<br>
:<br>
:Six times did his iron, by vigorous heating,<br>
:Grow soft in the forge in a minute or so,<br>
:And often was hardened, still beating and beating,<br>
:But each time it softened it hardened more slow.<br>
:<br>
:The smith then would go; quoth the dame full of sorrow,<br>
:"Oh what would I give could my husband do so!<br>
:Good lad, with your hammer, come hither tomorrow<br>
:But pray won't you use it once more ere you go?<br>


This version of the lyrics was found at http://www.ecst.csuchico.edu/~amarth/sca/lyrics/lustysmith.html
"I will", said the smith, and they went off together,
Away to the young damsel's forge they did go,
They stripped to go to it, was hot work and weather,
She kindled a fire and soon made him blow.


Her husbad, she said, no good work could afford her,
His strength and his tools were worn out long ago,
The smith said, "well mine are in very good order,
and now I am ready my skill for to show"


== See also ==
Red hot grew his iron, as both did desire,
* [[Filk]]
and he was too wise not to strike while 'twas so...
* [[Music]]
Quoth she, "What I get I get out of the fire,
* [[song]]s
So prithee strike hard and redouble thy blow!"


[[Category:Music]]
Six times did his iron, by vigorous heating,
Grow soft in the forge in a minute or so,
And often was hardened, still beating and beating,
But each time it softened it hardened more slow.

The smith then would go; quoth the dame full of sorrow,
"Oh what would I give could my husband do so!
Good lad, with your hammer, come hither tomorrow
But pray won't you use it once more ere you go?
</pre>

The author of this pice is unknown but this version of the lyrics was found at http://www.ecst.csuchico.edu/~amarth/sca/lyrics/lustysmith.html

Latest revision as of 14:26, 23 November 2022

A Lusty Young Smith is an 18th Century song that first appeared in Thomas D'Urfey's Wit and Mirth: Pills to Purge Melancholy in 1719. (Although without the "jingle-bang" chorus.)

Sometimes it is misclassified as a filk song.

Lyrics

A lusty young smith at his vice stood a-filing,
his hammer laid by but his forge still aglow,
When to him a buxom young damesel came smiling,
and asked if to work at her forge he would go.

Chorus

With a jingle-bang jingle-bang jingle-bang jingle,
with a jingle-bang jingle-bang jingle-hi-ho!

"I will", said the smith, and they went off together,
Away to the young damsel's forge they did go,
They stripped to go to it, was hot work and weather,
She kindled a fire and soon made him blow.

Her husband, she said, no good work could afford her,
His strength and his tools were worn out long ago,
The smith said, "well mine are in very good order,
and now I am ready my skill for to show"

Red hot grew his iron, as both did desire,
and he was too wise not to strike while 'twas so...
Quoth she, "What I get I get out of the fire,
So prithee strike hard and redouble thy blow!"

Six times did his iron, by vigorous heating,
Grow soft in the forge in a minute or so,
And often was hardened, still beating and beating,
But each time it softened it hardened more slow.

The smith then would go; quoth the dame full of sorrow,
"Oh what would I give could my husband do so!
Good lad, with your hammer, come hither tomorrow
But pray won't you use it once more ere you go?

This version of the lyrics was found at http://www.ecst.csuchico.edu/~amarth/sca/lyrics/lustysmith.html


See also