Tim the
Blacksmith © TonyFallon080318
Tim was a blacksmith and farmer and was not known for fashion
Really a farmer for the forge he had little passion
Tim was not a big man he was just two inches over five
But in the parish we lived there was no stronger man alive
To put Tim down would require a sledgehammer to his crown
And no one ever challenge Tim not even in Roscommon town
He never took a drink in his life even when at the mart
So it wasn't Tim in the Guinness picture with the horse in the cart
He possibly could have been Ireland's strongest man pound for pound
It takes a whole lot of strength to turn flat iron into round
Many fine days he'd want to go out and save a field of hay
Someone would arrive with a donkey and ruin plans for the day
There is no doubt in the world the next day it would pour down rain
And you could hear Tim curse the donkey at the Knockcroghery train
At the end of the day he'd exit as black as Irish miners
To be ridiculed by some local pensioners and old timers
Mary Anne lived next door to Tim a fine big farmer's daughter
Many days he'd be in the forge and she's bring a glass of water
She was not a great talker but her words were kind and wise
The only thing standing between them was her enormous size
For she stood over six feet standing in her finest Sunday hose
And Tim at five foot two barely topped out at her elbows
To make matters a lot worse she always wore high heel shoes
They made a very odd pair indeed standing there in queues
Sometimes they'd go to a picture show or at Bingo win a pound
But everything was above board there was no fooling round
This half ass romance went on this way for years which was weird
But we all expected they'd marry so no one interfered
When they were in the forge one evening Tim decided to be brave
Said if she'd agree to marry he'd get a haircut and shave
To make it more official and romantic his right knee he bent
She said she couldn't marry him without her parent's consent
He said that in his whole life he had never felt such bliss
And since they were practically engaged "how about a kiss?"
She agree so he stood on the anvil and enjoyed the chore
Which he could not have accomplished if he was standing on the floor
They started to her parents home at a nice leisurely pace
But the thing he couldn't get out of his head was that recent embrace
So he said "Mary Anne I think I'd be somehow remiss
If before I met your father I didn't ask for another kiss"
She said "I'd be untruthful if I didn't acknowledge your need
But there will be no more kissing until my parents have agreed"
He said "you understand you've activated my male chromosome
So I think I'll leave the anvil here and pick it up on my way home"
Really a farmer for the forge he had little passion
Tim was not a big man he was just two inches over five
But in the parish we lived there was no stronger man alive
To put Tim down would require a sledgehammer to his crown
And no one ever challenge Tim not even in Roscommon town
He never took a drink in his life even when at the mart
So it wasn't Tim in the Guinness picture with the horse in the cart
He possibly could have been Ireland's strongest man pound for pound
It takes a whole lot of strength to turn flat iron into round
Many fine days he'd want to go out and save a field of hay
Someone would arrive with a donkey and ruin plans for the day
There is no doubt in the world the next day it would pour down rain
And you could hear Tim curse the donkey at the Knockcroghery train
At the end of the day he'd exit as black as Irish miners
To be ridiculed by some local pensioners and old timers
Mary Anne lived next door to Tim a fine big farmer's daughter
Many days he'd be in the forge and she's bring a glass of water
She was not a great talker but her words were kind and wise
The only thing standing between them was her enormous size
For she stood over six feet standing in her finest Sunday hose
And Tim at five foot two barely topped out at her elbows
To make matters a lot worse she always wore high heel shoes
They made a very odd pair indeed standing there in queues
Sometimes they'd go to a picture show or at Bingo win a pound
But everything was above board there was no fooling round
This half ass romance went on this way for years which was weird
But we all expected they'd marry so no one interfered
When they were in the forge one evening Tim decided to be brave
Said if she'd agree to marry he'd get a haircut and shave
To make it more official and romantic his right knee he bent
She said she couldn't marry him without her parent's consent
He said that in his whole life he had never felt such bliss
And since they were practically engaged "how about a kiss?"
She agree so he stood on the anvil and enjoyed the chore
Which he could not have accomplished if he was standing on the floor
They started to her parents home at a nice leisurely pace
But the thing he couldn't get out of his head was that recent embrace
So he said "Mary Anne I think I'd be somehow remiss
If before I met your father I didn't ask for another kiss"
She said "I'd be untruthful if I didn't acknowledge your need
But there will be no more kissing until my parents have agreed"
He said "you understand you've activated my male chromosome
So I think I'll leave the anvil here and pick it up on my way home"
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