How's it goin' there? Christy's back now to regale you with a reworking of one my all-time classics. You remember "The Blacksmith" of course? I giv' it a right oul' belt on the first Planxty album, and a great wee number it was , at all! Well this is a modern-day updating. Came to me courtesy of some poor distraught woman from Portydown.

Ike McKittery coorted me, six months or better
He fairly won my heart, wrote me a letter
With his sash around his neck, he looked so clever
And if I was with my love, I would live for ever

Till some Australian blade caught his attention
The promises he made, I dare not mention
At Larne he boarded ship, bound for Austrailyee
If I had you in my sights, I would surely flail ye

Oh Ike my darling man, you sweetheart bigot
Some would say I was well-rid, to hell and frig it
But it breaks my achin' heart for you to l'ave me
And I pray to God above, that he will save me

I will never be the same since Ike McKittery
My fingernails I've chewed till they are flittery
To think he's on the say, bound for Austrailyee
If I was in the cops, I would surely jail ye