When we were very young

by A. A. Milne

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 wives meet