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Theres 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 )