[Smiths are good fellows]
Smiths are good Fellows
Smiths are good Fellows, good Fellows, they Blow the Bellows, they Blow the
Bellows, they Blow the Bellows while the Iron's hot; though there gains be small, Thy pot and
my pot, come thy pot and my pot, come thy pot and my pot, and thy pot their Hammers call.
Hallow, Hallow, Hallow is the White Mare Fallow, hold foot while I strike, stand fast, stand fast,
stand fast with a Winion: Thy pot and my pot come thy pot, come my pot and thy pot sure
'tis but opinion Ale hurts the sight, For continually continually, Thy pot and my pot, come
thy pot, come thy pot and my pot, come thy pot their Hammers call.
