Words: Pat Garvey
Music: Victoria Garvey Armstrong
Source: Lovers, Heroes and Rogues, Michael Longcor (Moonwolf) tape
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Make it one for Washington and all his gallant men
And one for the girl that once was mine.
Make it one for the darling boy I'll never see again
And don't forget the Blacksmith of Brandywine.
As we rode down to Brandywine, it was a sight to see
A giant of a man with a hammer in his hand, beneath an old oak tree.
And all around him on the ground in fatal disarray.
A score of men who'll never fight again, nor travel on the King's Highway.
We dug his grave and covered him o'er and sadly wept a tear
And passed the day a ridin' on our way 'til we met with a musketeer.
From him we learned the story of a brave and angry man
Who one day undertook the British enemy with a hammer in his hand.
Make it one for Washington and all his gallant men
And one for the girl that once was mine.
Make it one for the darling boy I'll never see again
And don't forget the Blacksmith of Brandywine.
In Chestertown there lived a man away from the cannon's roar
A manner mild, his woman and child no man could ever love more.
But the Tories spoke of a plot one day to waylay Washington
And he left his home and his family alone, to the general he did run.
His errand done he journeyed home, but sorrow there he found.
By British gun, his wife and son lay still on the cold hard ground.
The Blacksmith reached for a heavy sledge and he took a practice swing.
And they say in the line at Brandywine you could hear that hammer sing.
Make it one for Washington and all his gallant men
And one for the girl that once was mine.
Make it one for the darling boy I'll never see again
And don't forget the Blacksmith of Brandywine.
Make it one for Washington and all his gallant men
And one for the girl that once was mine.
Make it one for the darling boy I'll never see again
And don't forget the Blacksmith of Brandywine.