Their small corner

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One of the favourite haunts of the village children was the blacksmith’s shop. The blacksmith, big and brawny as one would imagine, sang at his work. In his leather apron and with his sleeves rolled up we watched him make the shoes and we loved the hiss as they went red hot into the cold water. As he worked the bellows he sang,

Crick crack goes my whip

And I whistle and I sing 

I sit upon me wagon

I’m as ‘appy as a king. 

He was very patient with us when we pestered him with questions and we never understood why the hot shoe did not hurt the horse. So many horses and implements were there to be attended to.

One of the favourite haunts of the village children was the blacksmith’s shop. The blacksmith, big and brawny as one would imagine, sang at his work. In his leather apron and with his sleeves rolled up we watched him make the shoes and we loved the hiss as they went red hot into the cold water. As he worked the bellows he sang,

Crick crack goes my whip

And I whistle and I sing 

I sit upon me wagon

I’m as ‘appy as a king. 

He was very patient with us when we pestered him with questions and we never understood why the hot shoe did not hurt the horse. So many horses and implements were there to be attended to.

excerpt from 'Their small corner' pp. 90 (126 words)

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