The Country Blacksmith:
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The young Damosel's Desire to be comforted and court-
ed by the jolly Son of Vulcan. To the Tune of, Fond Boy.
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NEar Mitchel 'ever, now as I heard them say,
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There lives a brisk Damosel both frollick and gay;
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This Damosel she's handsome both proper and tall,
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And Lo[y]al at Heart, the best Vertue of all:
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But in Private she weeps, and makes pitiful moan
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For the loss of the Blacksmith, she's clearly undone.
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But as she walk'd out, one Evening very late,
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For to fet[c]h up her Ducks, the truth to relate,
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There she met a young Thrasher, both crafty and wise,
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And his Hands it flipt up between her too Eyes;
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This young Man declaredm truth now of all,
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That this Damosel was handsome, but her C-y was ball'd.
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But as this young Damosel, to Wood-me-cut came,
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There she met with a Black-smith, that was right for the game;
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He took this young Damosel by the lilly white Hand,
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And he told her, that he had both House and good Land,
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And he lov'd her so dear, as he did his own life,
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And was in hope, for to have her to be his kind Wife.
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But when she came home, she was troubl'd in Mind,
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For thinking of the Blacksmith she had left behind;
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Then to her loving Brother these words she did relate,
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For the love of sweet William my Heart it will break;
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There she sigh'd, and she cry'd and made pitiful mo[an]
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For the Love of the Blacksmith, I am clearly undone:
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But as this young Damosel was making sad moan,
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There came two young Fellows walking along;
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They stept to this Damosel, and to her they said,
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Why make you such moan, you well favoured Maid;
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Then presently to them these words she did relate,
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For the Love of the Blacksmith, my heart it will break.
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Sweet heart, quoth the young Men, a Letter we'll send
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To this jolly Blacksmith and make him thy Friend;
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Then needs I must thank you, the Damosel reply'd,
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And if he's but willing to make me his Bride,
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On my pleasant Anvil, the Blacksmith shall beat,
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And we'll kiss together at every heat.
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When this she had said, then to writing they went,
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And these very lines to the Blacksmith they sent:
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Good Fellow, the Damosel does weep and complain,
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As fearing she never shall see you again;
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Return and be kind, for poor Creature she longs
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For to have a brisk touch with her Hammer and Tongs.
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Her Forge it is ready, then make no delay
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But pack up your Tools now and hasten away,
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'Tis fit you shou'd strike, while the Iron is hot;
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Pray let not her kindness, and love be forgot;
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Return now with speed, for poor Creature she longs,
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For to have a brish tou[c]h, etc.
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When this jolly Bl[a]cksmith the Letter had read,
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An Answer he sent declaring he'd wed,
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If she was but willing, and thump it about,
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For he was a Blacksmith couragious and stout;
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That knew how to give a young Damosel content,
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O! this was the answer which to her was sent:
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She blamed the Bearer, that brought her the news,
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Yet nevertheless, she at length did excuse
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That fault, a[n]d began to be merry at Heart,
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As knowing the Blacksmith cou'd play well his part:
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To please a young Woman, he had the best skill,
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Therefore she adores and admires him still.
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When this to a happy Conclusion is brought,
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And he for a while at her Anvil has wrought,
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We'll give you a farther account of his Blade,
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For his is an Artist, and good at his Trade;
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He'll thump it about in a froli[c]ksome vein,
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She will have no cause in the least to complain.
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