Twankidillo The Dreadnoughts

Here's a health to the jolly blacksmith
The best of all fellows
He works at his anvil
While the boy blows the bellows
Which makes his bright hammer
To rise and to fall
Here's to old coal, and to young coal
And to no coal at all

Twanky dillo, twanky dillo
Twanky dillo, dillo, dillo, dillo
And a roaring pair of bagpipes
Made from the green willow

If a gentleman comes
His horse for to shoe
He will make no denial
Of one pot or two
Which makes his bright hammer
To rise and to fall
Here's to old coal, and to young coal
And to no coal at all

Twanky dillo, twanky dillo
Twanky dillo, dillo, dillo, dillo
And a roaring pair of lowell pipes
Made from the green willow