The vices of trade he holds cheap,
And laughs at the world as it rails,
For, spite of the pother they keep,
They can't make a smith eat his nails!
And if, to his praise be it spoke,
To raise him still higher and higher;
You may say, and without any joke,
All he gets is got out of the fire!
Then let blacksmiths be toasted round,
For well it may always be said,