The Blacksmiths - Mediaeval Baebes

Swart smeked smithes, smatered with smoke

Drive me to deth with din of here dintes

Swich nois on nightes ne herd men never

What knavene cry and clatering of knockes

The cammede kongons cryen after «cole, cole!»

Blowen here bellewes that al here brain brestes

«Huf, puf,» saith that oon, «haf, paf,» that other

They spitten and sprawlen and spellen many spelles

They gnawen and gnasshen, they grones togidere

The blacksmiths

The blacksmiths

Blacksmiths

Blacksmiths

Hevy hamres they han that hard been handled

Stark strokes they striken on a steeled stokke

«Lus, bus, las, das,» routen by rowe

Swich doleful a dreem the devil it to drive

The maister longeth a litel and lassheth a lesse

The blacksmiths

The blacksmiths

Blacksmiths

Blacksmiths

May no man for

Bren-wateres

On night han

His rest

May no man for

Bren-wateres

On night han

His rest

May no man for

Bren-wateres

On night han

His rest

May no man for

Bren-wateres

On night han

His rest

May no man for

Bren-wateres

On night han

His rest