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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 . . .) 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. |