Tell us the story again, again,
of going to the well again.
Mothers merry in highest praise
finding their children so happy
with so little again. Then,
the beggar beside the well.
He sings to a small guitar
of the lord come from afar
with blazoned bucket so shiny
who turns for home
disappointed, thirsty. Again and again!
The ballad relates how the lord,
glist'ning pail bright as your child's cheek,
fails to lower the brandished vessel
quite to reach the water level. 
Again, again!