Hear the blacksmith hammer his anvil,

Ringing like bells, Handel's harmony.

See the blacksmith hammer his anvil,

Muscles like iron, he's a sight to see.

Sometimes it's forte,

Now he plays it piano,

Always singing as he's working,

Hear the anvil ring.

"Come, good fellow,

I will fix your horse's shoe,

And if you wish,

I'll paint his toenails

bright blue!"