Ginger hit a great old flint Split in two his ***** Took it to the smithy Had it back inside a day
In the twenty acres Kenny bust the plough Let the smithy have a look He'll fix it up somehow
Big old mare she cast a shoe Better do all four Hinge has broken on the gate Latch needs mending on the door
Show him what needs fixing He can sort it out Heat it up in the fire Give it a good old clout
The smithy's long been dead of course The forge has long been closed Just the house name on a slate To tell of days of old
Nearly every village had a blacksmith, a skilled man who would not only be a farrier but also a maker and repairer of all sorts of ironwork, from nails to cartwheel rims. If something broke, it got mended.