Classic Poem

The blacksmith from the forge comes he — Glory!
And carries with him hammers three — Glory!
O blacksmith, blacksmith, forge for me — Glory!
A wedding crown of gold, bran-new! — Glory!
A golden ring, oh, make me, do! — Glory!
With what is left a gold pin too! — Glory!
The crown on wedding day I'll wear — Glory!
On golden ring my troth I'll swear — Glory!
The pin will bind my veil to hair — Glory!