Bellows, you must roar, and anvil you must ring ;
Hammer, you and I must work, for ding, dong, ding !
Must dress my Kate and baby, and bread for us must bring.
So dong, ding, dong, ding !
Anvil to my hammer make music while I sing--
Clang, ding. clang, cling !
Dear to Kate's ear, my old hammer, is your song ;
For while my anvil rings and clings she knows there's nothing wrong ;
She knows we're busy earning what will be hers ere long.
So ding, dong, ding, dong !
She loves me more and more as she hears my anvil's song
Ding, dong, ding, dong !
Oh, well I love my smithy when the birds in spring time sing,
And the pleasant sun comes streaming in, the sun that loves to bring
Its gladness to me, working, and to hear my anvil
Dong, ding, dong ding !
And to see my iron glowing, and the sparks in showers spring
Clang, ding, dong, cling !
Bellows, you must work till the furnace is aglow,
Snug is my old smithy when without comes down the snow,
When sooty wall and rafter in the blaze are all aglow.
Blow, blow, blow, blow !
What care I if the storm, without, be high or low ?
Blow, blow, blow, blow!
Merrily the hours fly that hear my anvil ring ;
And quick my evening chair and my pipe and glass they bring;
Then, while Kate works beside me, I'm happy as a king
Clang, cling, clang, cling !
God give me always health and strength to make my anvil ring.
Clang, cling, clang, cling !
Notes
From the Sydney Newspaper The Evening News 23 Oct 1878 p. 8.
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