The bonny Black-smith's delight:
OR, A Noble Song in praise of the Black-smiths. Setting forth the excellency of their Trade,
the rareness of their qualities, their love to their Friends, and their kindness to their Neighbours. To a dainty new Tune, called, No body can deny.
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OF all the Trades that ever I see,
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There's none to the Black-Smith compared may be
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Which so many several tools Works he,
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which no body can deny.
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The first that ever Thunder-bolts made,
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Was a Cyclops of the Black-smiths Trade,
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As in a learned Author is said,
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which no body can deny.
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Then thundring like we strike about,
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The fire like lightning flashes out,
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Which suddenly with water we doubt,
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which no body can deny.
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The fairest Goddess in the skyes,
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To marry with Vulcan did advise,
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And he was a Black-smith grave and wise,
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which no body can deny.
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Vulcan he to do her right,
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Did build her a Town by day and by night
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and gave it a name which was Hammer-smith height,
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which no body can deny.
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Vulcan farther did acquaint her,
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That a pretty estate he would appoint her,
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And leave her Seacoal-lane for a Joynter,
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which no body can deny.
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And that no Enemy might wrong her,
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He built her a Fort you'd wish no stronger,
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Which was the Lane of Iron-monger,
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which no body can deny.
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Smithfield he did cleanse from dirt,
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And sure there was great reason for't,
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For there he meant she should keep her Court,
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which no body can deny.
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But after in a good time or tide,
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It was by the Black-smith rectified,
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To the honour of Edmond Ironside,
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which no body can deny.
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Vulcan after made a Train,
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Wherein the God of War was tane,
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Which ever since hath been cal'd Pals-chain,
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which no body can deny.
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The common Proverb as it is read,
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That a man must hit the nail on the head,
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Without the Black-smith cannot be said,
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which no body can deny.
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Another Proverb must not be forgot,
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And falls unto the Black-smith's lot,
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That a man must strike while the Iron is hot,
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which no body can deny.
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Another comes in most proper and fit,
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The Black-smiths justice is seen in it,
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When you give a man roast, and beat him with the spit,
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which no body can deny.
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ANother comes in our Black-smiths way,
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When things are safe as old Wives say,
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We have them under lock and key,
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which no body can deny.
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Another that's in the Black-smiths books,
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And onely to him for remedy looks,
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Is when a man's quite off the hooks,
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which no body can deny.
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Another Proverb to him doth belong,
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And therefore let's do the Black-smith no wrong
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When a man's held hard too't buckle and thong
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which no body can deny.
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Another Proverb doth make me laugh,
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Wherein the Black-smith may challenge half,
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When a reason's as plain as a Pike-staff,
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which no body can deny.
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Though your Lawyers travel both near & far,
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And by long pleading a good cause may mar,
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Yet your Black-smiths takes more pains at the bar,
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which no body can deny.
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Though your Scriveners seek to crush & to kill,
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By his counterfeit deeds and thereby doth ill,
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Yet your Black-smith he may forge what he will
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which no body can deny.
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though your bankrupt citizens lurk in their holes
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and laugh at their creditors & their catch-poles
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Yet your Black-smith can fetch them over the coals
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which no body can deny.
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Though Jockey in the Stable be never so neat,
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To look to his Nag, and prescribe him his meat
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Yet your Black-smith knows better how to give a heat,
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which no body can deny.
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If any Taylor have the Itch
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The Black-smiths water as black as pitch
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Will make his hands go through stitch,
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which no body can deny.
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There's never a slut if filth o're-smuch her,
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But ows to the Black-smith for her letchor,
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for without a pair of tongs there's no man will touch her
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which no body can deny.
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Your roaring boys who every one quails,
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Fights, Domineers, Swagers and Rayls,
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Could never yet make the smith eat his nails,
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which no body can deny.
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If any Schollar be in a doubt,
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And cannot well bring his matter about,
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The Black-smith he can hammer it out,
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which no body can deny.
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Now if to know him you would desire,
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You must not scorn but rank him higher,
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For what he gets is out of the fire,
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which no body can deny.
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Now here's a good health to Black-smiths all
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And let it go round, as round as a ball,
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Wee'l drink it off though it cost us a fall,
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which no body can deny.
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