a lusty young smith at his vice stood a filing his hammer laid by but his forge still aglow when to him a buxom young damsel came smiling and asked if to work in her forge he would go rum rum rum rum rum rum in and out in and out 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 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 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 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 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 