THE BLACKSMITH



A blacksmith courted me, nine months or better
He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand, he looked so clever
And if I was with my love, I'd live forever
But where is my love gone, with his cheeks like roses
And his good black billycock on, decked 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 has come to town, strange news is carried
Strange news flies up and down, that my love he's married
I wish them both much joy though they can't hear me
And may God reward them 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
But bring your witness love, and I'll never deny you
Oh witness have I none, save God almighty
And may he reward you well, for the slighting of me
Her lips grew pale and white, it made her poor heart tremble
For to think she had one love and he proved deceitful


Note: The Blacksmith (il fabbro), e' una ballata scritta nella seconda meta' del 1800.
Esistono diverse versioni di questo brano (strumentali e non, addirittura un 'inno', chiamato Monksgate), che ci ha entusiasmato subito per la sua freschezza ed il suo movimento.

P.S.: Quello che piu' mi ha colpito e' il testo di questa canzone, davvero coraggiosa e anticonformista (...per l'epoca, ovviamente)!
Eliana