Smith's Circle Songtext
von Heather Dale

The Smith brought his blanket
And he laid it before him
People came up from miles around
To sit in a circle and trade their treasures
Each in turn put their goods on the ground


Ten yards of trim
And some heavenly cider
Got a bucket here made of wood and fiber
An old leather belt
Pins for your hat
I think one′s a turnip and the other's a cat
A bottle of beads
Some chocolate truffles
An old leather shirt with lots of ruffles
A pouch embroidered
"For Dearest William"
A few tent pegs for my lord′s pavilion
I've got a book here
On Offa's Dyke
I′ll make you a scroll saying anything you like
A pair of braes
That are pretty much clean
And the gaudiest silk you′ve ever seen
A big rope hammock
And strips of leather
Use 'em how you like, but not together!
A stick of rattan
Pewter buttons
Yards of floss for embroidery gluttons
What can you do with a leaking tankard?
What can you do with a leaking tankard?
What can you do with a leaking tankard?
Beat it into armour!
A norseman′s tunic
That's just too tiny
I don′t know the fabric but it's nice and shiny
I′ve got a big knife
With a rusted blade
And a bunnyfur top that'll get you... ahem.
Got a nice gold ring
With which to charm her
A couple of pieces of elbow armour
An old dull axe
A hide of leather
Arrows I made with chicken feathers
Devil's own mead
And a jar of spice
A goblet with my old device
Got an old bow... "Sold!"
... but the string is broken
Anybody want a Pennsic token?

The Smith brought his blanket
And he laid it before him
People came up from miles around
To sit in a circle and trade their treasures
Each in turn put their goods on the ground
Each in turn put their goods on the ground