Good Luck Shining Tongue
Not all men deserve to get filthy
Not all men deserve the pity
The blacksmith organization sweep back filth with ceremony
All look at the unicorn smeared smooth and shiny with tar
Such sweat and filth will leave us as back luck farewell do us part
As they sway with lit manure in the faint light of dust and stay
Up chanting smithsong A cradle young lad pokes his head in
The door and lands a sad paragraph in three laps 'o men
I am sorry I've heard the drunken merchant laughing at yous?
His joke was upon dunk slobbered and choked that he had a cow
Tongue which he had sold to blacksmiths and laughed off to
Carlton. That thеir news was so bad that some throats cracked and
Driеd a few dropped the horse apples and ran some off to Carlton
Some home to get guns and some to curse at the ground. Cloudy
Eye smith picked up the tongue and a tool hobbler he decided to make
I will stay up at night and work on distraction til day break
In the morning discarded tongue flung out the door of the ??ting
Shed. For little Boley s??alling in the morning the tool holder
Smacked his dear head with a yelping growl, he made
A sound not unlike a god crossing himself he looked heaven
Ward and thanked his almighty God Thanks for the Godsend
I'm black smithing pigpens until my number is called
Happiness is a tong that holds sharp things and protects
My hands with six sided iron pig holders would be hempty as soon
As they were filled, a pig owner would sleep well waking
Up with seeing a screaming piggy being killed. Now little
Boley he did a thing that were both wonderful and mean
He didn't know it but for every pig he grought in a soul
Would be freed. Boley became strong owning a farm he
Made a wife horse shoe he souled horse shoe and
Horse whip brothers whose cracks would loosen
Friends tooths