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
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
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.
