作词 : Traditional
 作曲 : Bert Jansch/Jacqui McShee/Gerry Conway/Rod Clements/Nigel Portman Smith
A blacksmith courted me  Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart  Wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand  He looked quite clever
And if I was with my love  I ' d live forever
Oh , where has my love gone ? With his cheeks like roses
And his good black billycock on  Decked with primroses
I fear the burning sun Shall shine and mar his beauty
And if I was with my love  I ' d do my duty
Strange news has come to town Strange news is carried
Strange news flies up and down That my love is married
I wish them both great joy ' Though they cannot hear me
And may God reward them well  For the slighting of me
Don't you remember well, when you lay beside me
And you said you'd marry me and not deny me
If I said I'd marry you, it was only for to try you
But bring your witness love, and I'll not deny you
Oh witness have I none, save God almighty
And may he reward you well, for the slighting of me
Her lips grew pale and wan, it made her poor heart tremble
To think she loved a one and he proved deceitful