My Kantele - Acoustic Reprise

Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
 Who say that music reckon that the kantele
 Was fashioned by God
 Out of a great pike's shoulders
 From a water-dog's hooked bones:
 It was moulded from sorrow
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 It's belly out of hard days
 Its sound board from endless woes
 Its strings gathered from torments
 And it pegs from other ills
 Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
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 It's belly out of hard days
 It's sound board from endless woes
 Its strings gathered from torments
 And it pegs from other ills
 Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense