I've never been quite ready to sing The Ball of Kerrymuir or many other wonderfully singable songs with poetic but improper words. I love to sing The Blacksmith however, and often people will just hear it as a pretty song. Which it is, of course and a good one. "....the more it grew soft, it grew hard the more slow...." is a far cry from "Balls to your partner...." I must admit. I never sing it for audiences who have their own office-clown, who is quite able to entertain his friends by putting a condom on his head and dancing on the table.