Jeremiah, Blow The Fire - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Jeremiah, Blow the Fire. 
My name is Jeremiah Jones, and when I was a child I used to play a little game which drove my mother wild ; I'd take the bellows on my knee, to blow the fire I'd try, And when the fire began to blaze, I lustily would cry: 
Chorus. Jeremiah, blow the fire, puff, puff, puff; Jeremiah, blow the fire, puff, puff, puff; First you do it gently, then you come it rather rough, Jeremiah, blow the fire, puff, puff, puff. 
Then when a little older, to a farrier I was bound. To learn the art of shoeing which a bootless task I found; They canceled my indentures, for I raised my master's ire By shouting out the whole day long, while blowing at the fire-Chorus. 
In time I loved a pretty girl, and strange, tho' it may be, The lady in her younger days was just the same to me; And when I asked her to be mine, she bowed her lovely head, And as I pressed my lips to hers, in artful tones she saidSpoken-You remember the old song of-Chorus. 
We're married now, I'm proud to say, and have been many years; We're very happy, and we've got a dozen little dears; They're all of them strong-winded, which you'd say without a doubt, If you came into our domicile and chanced to hear them shout-Chorus.