Smith's Circle -

The Smith brought his blanket and he laid it before him

People came up from miles around

To sit in a circle and trade their treasures

Each in turn put their goods on the ground

Ten yards of trim and some heavenly cider

I got a bucket here made of wood and fibre

An old leather belt, pins for your hat

(I think one’s a turnip and the other’s a cat)

A bottle of beads, some chocolate truffles

An old leather shirt with lots of ruffles

A pouch embroidered «for Dearest William»

A few tent pegs for my lord’s pavilion

I’ve got a book here on Offa’s Dyke

I’ll make you a scroll saying anything you like

A pair of brais that are pretty much clean

And the gaudiest silk you’ve ever seen

A big rope hammock and strips of leather

Use 'em how you like (but not together!)

A stick of rattan and pewter buttons

Yards of floss for embroidery gluttons

What can you do with a leaking tankard?

What can you do with a leaking tankard?

What can you do with a leaking tankard?

Beat it into armour!

A Norseman’s tunic that’s just too tiny

I don’t know the fabric, but it’s nice and shiny

I’ve got a big knife with a rusted blade

And a bunny-fur top that’ll get you -- ahem!

I’ve got a nice gold ring with which to charm her

A couple of pieces of elbow armour

An old dull axe, a hide of leather

Arrows I made with chicken feathers

Devil’s own mead and a jar of spice

A goblet with my old device

Got an old bow -- sold!

-- but the string is broken

Anybody want a Pennsic token?

The Smith brought his blanket and he laid it before him

People came up from miles around

To sit in a circle and trade their treasures

Each in turn put their goods on the ground

Each in turn put their goods on the ground