My Kantele 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 made from the grief It's belly out of hard days It's soundboard from endless woes Strings gathered from torments And its pegs from other ills Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense It's belly out of hard days It's soundboard from endless woes Strings gathered from torments And its 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