
Bud with his pal in Scotland gie'in it laldie, 1994
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The Blacksmith & the Miner
hear the song
I wrote this for my two grandfathers who had so much in
common. Both had families of ten, lived through the depression and gave me many fond
memories.
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A glass of brew, a song or two, a story of
the old days
A fob and chain, a mild refrain, a frown upon the new ways
A pride of race, a warm embrace, a friendly knee to sit on
Auld knicknacks, an auld shoe box, clay pipes to puff and blow on
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Chorus
I see them now, with furrowed brow,
The Blacksmith and The Miner
Those two auld men, there likes again,
The lord will never make finer.
A fireplace, a wise auld face, a keady tilted slightly
A thoughtful gaze, a smoky haze, an auld pipe puffing lightly
A common bond, emotions fond, a strong arm round my shoulder
A country walk, a manly talk, advice on growing older
Chorus
Respect from men, a brood of ten, two women, Kate and
Mary
A sober word, faith in the lord, religion on a Sunday
A world at war, cold hunger's stare, depression in the twenties
The general strike, auld Churchill's spite, hard toil and trouble plenty
Chorus
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