There’s a cavern in the mountain where the old men meet
(_Hammer, hammer, hammer . . .
Hammer, hammer, hammer_ . . .)
They make gold slippers for my lady’s feet
(_Hammer, hammer, hammer . . .
Hammer, hammer, hammer_ . . .)
My lady is marrying her own true knight,
White her gown, and her veil is white,
But she must have slippers on her dainty feet.
_Hammer, hammer hammer . . .
Hammer_.
There’s a cottage by the river where the old wives meet
(_Chatter, chatter, chatter . . .
Chatter, chatter, chatter_ . . .)
[Illustration: Women spinning and sewing]
They weave gold stockings for my lady’s feet
(_Chatter, chatter, chatter . . .
Chatter, chatter, chatter_ . . .)
My lady is going to her own true man,
Youth to youth, since the world began,
But she must have stockings on her dainty feet.
_Chatter, chatter, chatter . . .
Chatter_.
[Illustration: Fine lady]
[Illustration: Man and boy on beach]