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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.) |
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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