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 made from the grief ♪ It's belly out of hard days It's soundboard from endless woes It's strings gathered from torments And it's pegs from other ills Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense ♪ It's belly out of hard days It's soundboard from endless woes It's strings gathered from torments And it's pegs from other ills Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense ♪ So it not play, will not rejoice at all Music will not play to please Give off the right sort of joy For it was fashioned from cares Moulded from sorrow From sorrow