Once upon a time, in a village old,
Where blacksmith's forge gleamed and stories were told,
Lived a ring o' hammer, strong and true,
With a song in its heart, and work to pursue.
Chorus:
Sing for thy blacksmith, sing for his might,
Under the moon, by the firelight,
With muscles of iron and a spirit so free,
The ring o' hammer sings, a melody.
In the blacksmith's shop, the anvil's sound,
Rang through the air, with a booming pound,
Sparks danced around, like stars in the night,
As the blacksmith's hands brought metal to light.
Chorus:
Sing for thy blacksmith, sing for his might,
Under the moon, by the firelight,
With muscles of iron and a spirit so free,
The ring o' hammer sings, a melody.
With sweat on his brow, and strength in his grip,
The blacksmith worked hard, his heart in each tip,
From horseshoes to swords, he honed his craft,
Creating beauty from metal, that long will last.
Chorus:
Sing for thy blacksmith, sing for his might,
Under the moon, by the firelight,
With muscles of iron and a spirit so free,
The ring o' hammer sings, a melody.
Oh, the ring o' hammer, it knew the tale,
Of the blacksmith's toil, and the love that prevailed,
A symbol of strength, in a world so profound,
With every strike, a masterpiece found.
Chorus:
Sing for thy blacksmith, sing for his might,
Under the moon, by the firelight,
With muscles of iron and a spirit so free,
The ring o' hammer sings, a melody.
So raise your voices, all ye folk,
For the blacksmith's art, and the ring's elope,
Let the hammers ring and the anvils resound,
As we sing for the blacksmith, forever renowned.
Chorus:
Sing for thy blacksmith, sing for his might,
Under the moon, by the firelight,
With muscles of iron and a spirit so free,
The ring o' hammer sings, a melody.
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