A blacksmith courted me nine long months and better,
He stole my heart away, wrote to me a letter,
His hammer all in his hand he looked so brave and clever,
And if I was with my love, I would live forever.
My love's gone across those fields with his cheeks like roses,
My love's gone across those fields gathering sweet posies,
I fear the scorching suns will shine and spoil his beauty,
And if I was with my love, I would do my duty.
Strange news is come from abroad, strange news is carried,
Strange news is come to tell that my love is married,
There is no truth in man, nor in father nor in brother,
And since I have lost my love, I will seek no other. |