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heard the Guillyn Veggey at the break of day. On a merry, merry morning in the month of May. They were hammering an' clamouring an' making such a din— An' yet there's fallas doubtin' that the like is in! Clink-a-link, link-a-link, link, link, lin, Clink-a-link, link-a-link, the hammers ring;
 * Clink-a-link, link-a-link, ding, ding, ding—

An' yet there's fallas doubtin' that the like is in!

They were hammering their barrels in the cooper's cave, Sending out the chips to meet the brimming wave. Working in the hollows of the Cushlin hill, Turning out their dandy boats an' tackle still.
 * Clink-a-link, etc.

I heard them in the cave behind the waterfall, Merry voices echoed by the rocky wall; While the bay was covered by the chips that flew. And every chip became a boat with all its crew.
 * Clink-a-link, etc.