American Old Time Song Lyrics: 26 Blow The Bellows, Blow

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Copyright, 1884. by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.

It's all day long I work at the forge,
And blow, blow, cheerily, oh!
Proud as any royal King George,
I blow, blow, cheerily, oh!
With hammer and sledge I pound away,
All the long day I keep on the go;
And merrily sing that labor's king, as
I blow the old bellows, blow. I

Oh, it's all day toiling away,
Hammer and clatter, I make the old anvil ring;
Heigh, ho! gaily I sing.
Good honest old labor is king.

The tinkling of my anvil is heard,
With bang, bang, cheerily bang!
Sounds to me as sweet as the birds,
Oh, bang, bang, cheerily bang!
I'm up with the lark at break of day,
Summer or Spring, or Wintry snow;
I merrily sing that labor's king, as
I blow the old bellows, blow.-Chorus.

The children as they're coming from school,
Say: "Baldy, shoe me a mare!"
Bless their hearts, I .act like a fool
To please them everywhere.
The millionaire horsemen, truckmen, too,
Come to old Baldy; sure they all know
That I'm the boy to put on a shoe.
So blow the old bellows, blow.-Chorus.

Then ev'ry Sunday morning, oh!
It's just outride of my door.
Smoking my old dudeen, boys,
Oh! after church is o'er.
The hammer is still, the birdies trill,
Beautiful nature's all of a glow;
Oh. that, is the day I read And pray, and
On Monday my bellows blow.-Chorus.
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