I can hear his hammer bang,
As he beats the red hot iron bar,
With a cling, clang, clang; cling, clang.
His smithy is dirty and dark enough,
And he is dirty and glum;
When a man is beating iron bars,
What can he be but dumb?
And there you may find him hard at work
If the weather be hot or cold;
He says, “There’s some satisfaction, Ma’am,