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The Blacksmith and the Toffee-maker

by Dave

1. There once was a blacksmith, so the legend did say

Loved a poor toffee-maker for many a day

But he kept his own council, being timid and shy

Spent his passion with his hammer, as he watched the sparks fly

2.The poor toffee-maker sat alone in her room

Longing for babies to grow in her womb

And a husband to bring to her joy and delight

And sweet moments of passion in the quiet of night

3.Now, one day the spinster did in the church tarry

Prayed to God for to send her a man for to marry

She was far from the ears of all those who would mock

But the blacksmith in the tower stood a-mending the clock

4. Now the cries of the spinster did echo so clear

That the blacksmith in the belfry could not fail to hear

Then he answered in a voice like the Lord’s thunderous roar

“I could send you a blacksmith, if you’d not think him poor!”

5. Well, the spinster gave thanks to the Father and the Son

For many a poor man’s better than none

And, meanwhile, the blacksmith crept home from the clocks

And dressed in his suit and a clean pair of socks

6. Returning to the church, and thus dressed in great style

He met up with the spinster, who looked up with a smile

And without more ado, he proposed there and then

And the spinster sais “Yes!” and gave thanks once again

7. They were married with speed, and moved in at the forge

Where the wife made fine toffee, which the blacksmith did gorge

And they shared sport and passion, when the day’s work was done

And she brought him three daughters and three strapping sons!

© Dave Pierce, 1974 and 2020.

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