At length an honest settler
Came in from his hill-meadows
And spoke for an axe.
I was dragged from my corner,
And the iron was released from his thraldom,
And the sharp knife of the honest settler,
As the sundown turned his hill-meadows into golden velvet,
Shaved me down and shaped me,
Smooth and white, and then married me to my husband the iron,
The iron, with his purple head,