Clang, cling, clang, cling!
Bellows, you must roar, and anvil, you must ring;
Hammer, you and I must work—for ding, dong, ding
Must dress my Kate and baby, and bread for us must bring.
So dong, ding, dong, ding!
Anvil, to my hammer make music while I sing,—
Clang, cling, clang, cling!
Clang, cling, clang, cling!
Oh, well I love my smithy when the birds in spring-time sing,
And the pleasant sun comes streaming in, the sun that loves to bring
Its gladness to me, working, and to hear my anvil ring.
Dong, ding, dong, ding!
And to see my iron glowing, and the sparks in showers spring,—
Clang, cling, clang, cling!
Blow, blow, blow, blow!
Bellows, you must work till the furnace is aglow.
Snug is my old smithy when, without, comes down the snow,
When sooty wall and rafter in the blaze are all aglow.
Blow, blow, blow, blow!
What care I if the storm, then, without, be high or low?
Blow, blow, blow, blow!
Clang, cling, clang, cling!
Merrily the hours fly that hear my anvil ring;
And quick my evening chair and my evening meal they bring;
Then, while Kate works beside me, I'm as happy as a king.
Clang, cling, clang, cling!
God give me always health and strength to make my anvil ring:
Clang, cling, clang, cling!