His hammer lay by but his forge still a-glow
When to him a buxom young damsel came smiling
And asked if to work at her forge he would go.
CHORUS:
With a jingle-bang, jingle-bang, jingle-bang jingle
With a jingle-bang, jingle-bang, jingle heigh-ho
"I will," said the smith and they went off together
Unto the young damsel's forge they did go
They stripped to go to it; twas hot work in hot weather
She kindled a fire and she soon made him glow
Her husband, she said, no good work could afford her
The strength in his tools was worn out long ago
"Well, mine," said the smith, "are in very good order.
And now I am ready my skill for to show."
Red-hot grew his iron, as both did desire
And he was too wise not to strike while 'twas so
She said, "What I get, I get out of the fire
So, prithee, strike hard and redouble the blow"
Six times did his iron, with vigorous heating
Grow soft in her forge in a minute or so
But soon it was hard; yet with heating and beating
The more it was softened it hardened more slow
The smith then would go; quoth the dame, full of sorrow,
"Oh what would I give could my husband do so!
Good lad, with your hammer come hither tomorrow.
Pray won't you use it once more 'ere you go!"
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