- A blacksmith courted me, nine months and better.
He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter.
With his hammer in his hand he looked quite clever.
And if I was with my love Id live forever.
- But where is my love gone with his cheeks like roses
and his good black billycock on, decked round with primroses.
Im afraid the scorching sun will shine and burn his beauty.
And if I was with my love Id do my duty.
- Strange news is come to town, strange news is carried,
strange news flies up and down, that my love is married.
I wish them both much joy though they cant hear me.
And may God reward him well for the slighting of me.
- Dont you remember when you lay beside me
and you said, youd marry me and not deny me.
If I said Id marry you, it was only for to try you
so bring your witness love and Ill not deny you.
- A witness have I none, save God almighty,
and may He reward you well for the slighting of me.
Her lips grew pale and wan and it made her poor heart tremble
to think she loved a one and he proved deceitful.
trad. irish arr. Planxty. Q: The Songs of Planxty, News Music, London 1976