Who wants to hear a story
Already from a young blacksmith
Who had burned his memory
Heated it daily by the fire
I was still, still with my hammer
I was still with force on my anvil
'I give up the blow of all that forging
I'm going to the French panache
'I want to get married
Never seen a more beautiful woman
If I were still, still with my hammer
If I were still with violence on my anvil
It is the fairest of women
But never was there such a serpent
She can never keep her mouth shut
She is never satisfied
If I were still with my hammer
If I were still with force on my anvil
Never should I drinking a pint
I can never be cheerful
I can never make someone drunk
With a glass of beer or wine
I would still be, still with my hammer
I would still be with force on my anvil
I give up the reward of all that marrying
If only I became a widower
I would keep myself in a corner
And put myself out of danger
Was I still, still with my hammer
Was I still with force on my anvil
Was I still, still with my hammer
Was I still with force on my anvil

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