Twankidillo arranged by Lizzy Hardingham

 

Here’s to the life of the jolly blacksmith, the best of all fellows

The man at the anvil and the boy blows the bellows

For he makes his bright hammer to rise and fall

For the old cole, the young cole, the oldest cole of all

Twankidillo, dillo dillo dillo dillo dilllo

And a pair of green pipes made from the green willow

 

Here’s to the life of the pretty girls, the ones that I love best

For they carry fire deep within their breasts

For they make my bright hammer to rise and fall

For the old cole, the young cole, the oldest cole of all

Twankidillo, dillo dillo dillo dillo dilllo

And a pair of green pipes made from the green willow

 

If a gentleman he calls his horse for to shoe

No he won’t make deliance with one  pot or two

For he pays our bright hammer to rise and to fall

For the old cole, the young cole, the oldest cole of all

Twankidillo, dillo dillo dillo dillo dilllo

And a pair of green pipes made from the green willow

 

Here’s to the life of royalty, our sovereign the queen

And all the royal family that there has ever been

For she makes our bright hammer to rise and to fall

For the old cole, the young cole, the oldest cole of all

Twankidillo, dillo dillo dillo dillo dilllo

And a pair of green pipes made from the green willow