The smithy, tap, tap, tapping
His arm so lean and strong.
Work to fix his strapping,
Using his hammer and his tongs.
Slaving all day long,
Working for anything he can earn,
The heat from the hammer,
The coal and the burn.
A little girl is waiting,
In another place,
In the sick room ever,
But a smile on her face.
Waiting all day,
She is waiting for him,
Her mind starts to stray,
She is getting very slim.
At work that day,
The King had come the day before,
Slaving away,
Having a sword needing restoring.
Tap, tap, tapping
The sword returned anew,
The gold he heard clapping,
Though he only expected a few.
Out came a hand
In went the gold
The smithy could barely stand
The payment he could not hold.
The little girl's face
Now so full and eyes so bright,
The king in his grace had changed both their lives
With the smithy's hard work that night.
Cody
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