[00:52.70]Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
[00:55.57]Who say that music reckon that the kantele
[01:01.39]Was fashioned by a god
[01:05.33]Out of a great pike's shoulders
[01:08.78]From a water-dog's hooked bones:
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[01:44.42]It was made from the grief
[01:45.86]Moulded from sorrow
[01:46.92]Its belly out of hard days
[01:49.36]Its soundboard from endless woes
[01:57.17]Its strings gathered from torments
[01:59.74]And its pegs from other ills
[02:02.61]So it will not play, will not rejoice at all
[02:06.49]Music will not play to please
[02:09.12]Give off the right sort of joy
[02:10.37]For it was fashioned from cares
[02:11.18]Moulded from sorrow.