There’s 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 wive’s meet
(Chatter, chatter, chatter…
 Chatter, chatter, chatter…)They weave gold stockings for my lady’s feet
(Chatter, chatter, chatter…
 Chatter, chatter, chatter…)
My lady is going to her own true man,
Youth to youth, since the world began,
But she must have stockings on her dainty feet.
Chatter, chatter, chatter…
Chatter.