I've always been worried that this verse in The Blacksmith has come from somewhere else:
Where is my lover gone with his cheeks like roses?
He's gone across the fields gathering primroses.
The sun does shine too bright, it will burn his beauty.
I will go seek my love to do my duty.

I don't suppose blacksmiths are banned from gathering primroses,(well, they are now of course under various Wildlife Protection Acts) though the three or four I've known never seemed to. But they all had cheeks like old leather and never resorted to sunscreen to protect their beauty.