The village blacksmith . T TNDER a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands;The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands;And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strone as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and loni;, His face is like the tan;His brow is wet with honest sweat. He earns whateer he can,And looks the whole workl in the face. For he owes not an) Week in, week out, from morn till night You can hear his bellows blow;You can hear him swint; his hea\-\ sledge, With measured beat and slow,Like a sexton Iinging the village bell,When the evening sun is l

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The village blacksmith . T TNDER a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands;The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands;And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strone as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and loni;, His face is like the tan;His brow is wet with honest sweat. He earns whateer he can,And looks the whole workl in the face. For he owes not an) Week in, week out, from morn till night You can hear his bellows blow;You can hear him swint; his hea\-\ sledge, With measured beat and slow,Like a sexton Iinging the village bell,When the evening sun is low.

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