Lyrics The Blacksmith And The Barman - Michael English

It was in the town of Crainford, the heart of Deligod,
There lived a man called, Tommy Lauge, the greatest of them all,
He was famous for his kindness, to each and everyone,
And if you had a problem, then Tommy was the man.

He's called the Blacksmith and the Barman and he was forty one.
He'd chew the harshest in the day, by night he served the scouts,
He was the jack of all trades, for problems big or small,
He's Tommy Laughe from Cranford, the heart of Deligod.

Well the circus came to town one day, to playém Gullivers Field,
Because It was beside the church, the priest took on a deal,
But the man who was in charge, forgot to lock the bloody tent,
And the animals all left one by one them into church they went.

There were elephants, snakes and chimpanzee's, cats and kangaroos,
And when the people went to mass, its looked like dublin zoo,
The priest got on the altar, calling out his heir,
Says I I've the very man to sorted.

We'll call the Blacksmith and the Barman and he will sort this out,
He'd chew the harshest in the day, by night he served the scouts,
He was the jack of all trades for problems big or small,
The mighty Laughe from cranford the heart of deligod

I dreamt I went to heaven after commiting the marking soup,
St. Peter said you must be cracked Sure I cant let you in,
I have no other option but to send you down below,
Well You'll be in good company, there's plenty you will know

When I arrived i heard the white folk arrived the night before,
The dream turned to a nightmare and I couldnt take no more,
When I awoke I saw her silvy sightly in my bed,
So I closed my eyes and I held my breath and I Hope'd I'd die again

I'll call the blacksmith and the barman and he will sort me out
He'd chew the harshest in the day, by night he served the scouts,
He was the jack of all trades for problems big or small,
And the mighty laughe from cranford, the heart of deligod

Well there's men without a carivan there is more than one than 2
But none of them could fill his boots and none could lace his shoes,
And if you had a problem no matter big or small
You'll have to go to Cranford, the heart of deligod

You'd call the blacksmith and the barman and he will sort you out
He'd chew the harshest in the day, by night he served the scouts,
He was the jack of all trades for problems big or small,
The mighty laughe from cranford the heart of deligod