THE smith who made the manacles, br With bar and bolt, and link and ring, br Sang out above his hearty blows br 'I can't have grief for everything.' br br As Roger by the rope-walk went br The bramble-bird cheeped up to sing; br He cut the wanted coil, and said br 'I can't have grief for everything.' br br The lad who came to Ladder Lane, br And saw his hemp-cravat a-string, br 'Jack's doom 's Jill's dule,' he said, 'but then, br I can't have grief for everything.