Lyrics Swarte Smiths, Smateryd wyth Smoke - Stick in the Wheel

Swarte smiths smaytrd with smoke
Drives me to death with the din of their blows
Such noise on nights nay heard men never
What knaves cry and clattering of knocks
The cammede call out coal
And blow their bellows that all their brains burst
Huff says one, puff the other
They spit and sprawl and spell their spells
They gnaw and gnash and groan together
And hold their heat with their hard hammers
Of a bulls hide their barm fellys
Their shanks are shackled to the fire flounders
The hammers they have are hard been handled
Stark strokes they strike on a steeled stock
Luss buss they crash, row by row
Such doleful dreams the devil it drives
The master longs a little and lashes a less
Twines em two and touch a treble
Tick tack such lives they lead
All clothes marers give em sorrow
May no man for burn-waters on night have his rest
May no man for burn-waters on night have his rest