A lusty young smith at his vise stood a filing
His hammer lay by, but his forge still aglow
When to him a buxom young dame came a smiling
And asked if to work at her forge he would go

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With a jingle bang, jingle bang, jingle bang jingle
With a jingle bang, jingle bang in and out go

“I will,” said the smith, and they went off together
Along to the young woman’s forge they did go
They stripped to go to it, ‘twas hot work and weather
She kindled a fire, and soon made him glow

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Her husband, she said, no good work could afford her
His strength and his tools had worn out long ago
The smith said, “Well, mine are in very good order.
And now I am ready my skills for to show.”

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Red hot grew his iron, as both did desire,
And he was too wise not to strike while 'twas so.
Said she, “What I get, I get out of the fire,
So prithee, strike hard and redouble the blow.”

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Six times did his iron by vigorous heating,
Grow soft in the young woman’s forge down below,
As often was hardened, still beating and beating,
But each time it softened, it hardened more slow.

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The smith rose to go; said the dame, full of sorrow,
“Oh, what would I give could my husband do so!
Good smith, with your hammer come hither tomorrow,
But, pray, can't you use it once more ere you go?”

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