Lusty Young Smith

Traditional

Audio

  Traditional version, performed by Jeff Lee

Contemporary version, performed by Andrew Scarhart.
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Notes: Lusty Young Smith appears with both words and music in Thomas D'Urfey's Wit and Mirth: Pills to Purge Melancholy, which underwent several revisions from 1698 to 1717. The words and chorus are slightly different in the 1717 edition from the version here given.
Thanks to Liam Mac Mhuire for the background.

As such, we have a couple of versions of the song for your learning and listening pleasure, including the traditional version by Jeff Lee and the more contemporary-style music and lyrics performed by Andrew Scarhart.

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[G]A lusty young smith at his [D7]vice stood a-[G]filing.
His hammer laid by but his [D7]forge still a-[G]glow.
When [C]to him a [G]buxom young [D7]damsel came [G]smiling,
And asked if to [D7]work in her forge he would [G]go.

Chorus
With a [G]jingle bang jingle bang [C]jingle bang [G]jingle.
With a jingle bang jingle bang [D7}jingle high [G]ho.

"I will," said the smith, and they went off together,
Along to the young damsel's forge they did go.
They stripped to go to it, 'twas hot work and hot weather.
They kindled a fire and she soon made him blow.

Chorus...

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

Chorus...

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 home and redouble the blow."

Chorus...

Six times did his iron, by vigorous heating,
Grow soft in her forge in a minute or so,
But as often was hardened, still beating and beating,
But the more it was softened, it hardened more slow.

Chorus...

When the smith rose to 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,
But pray could you use it once more ere you go!"

Chorus...