Heather Dale Stone Soup lyrics

The cook was in the kitchen,
The feasters in the hall.
A single lady slaving,
Would attempt to feed them all.

A family of newcomers
Saw her cooking on her own
Each one took a pot
And swore she wouldn't cook alone!

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The stone is in the kettle
The water's on the boil,
The work is always lighter,
When there's many hands to toil!

Next there came a countess,
Always giving, always kind.
She was set to chopping carrots,
And she bent to task assigned.

Around the corner peering
Came a shy and gentle man.
"Forgive me for intruding,
But I'll help with what I can."


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The butcher's son declared
That he would brave both cold and heat
And spent the day outdoors
To turn and baste the roasting meat.

A mother said "I'd cook
But I've my little one to feed...
But we'd be happy to attend
To any errands that you need!"

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So soon the fires were roaring up
To meet that feasts' demand!
And the single lady slaving
Had a dozen cooks at hand!

So though the work was frenzied
When the servers hit the hall,
The feast was bright and merry
With food enough for all.