My Kantele (Acoustic Reprise) Lyrics

Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by a god
Out of a great pike's shoulders
From a water-dog's hooked bones:
It was moulded from sorrow

Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments, and its pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense

Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gathered from torments, and its pegs from other ills
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense

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