Show i SMITHY SMITHY SONG When I am half And only half asleep When daylights grayest gleaming Gins through the blinds to peep Oh then I hear the dinging Of Ot the smithy hammers ringing Ching ching thing ching ching Ching ching ching ching At eve when Im returning From the labors of ot the day Their forges torges yet are burning And still their hammers play And oft the smiths are singing To that measured merry ringing Ching ching ching ching Ching ching ching ching I Often with rhythmic bending Of bodies to and fro They toll tol In couples sending The sparks out blow on blow Ono One hammer always swinging The while the others ringing Ching ching ching ching Ching ching hing ching chingo O 0 merry anvils sounding All day till set of ot sun suni I It is by steady pounding That noblest tasks are done By sturdy blows and swinging That keeps the world Ching ching ching ching Ching ching ching ching George Horton |