The Singer:
The Ironshirts took the child away, the preacious child.
The unhappy girl followed them to the city, the dangerous place.
The real mother demanded the child back. The foster mother faced the trial.
Who will try the case, on whom will the child be bestowed?
Who will be the Judge? A good one, a bad one?
The city was in flames. On the Judgment Seat sat Azdak.

The Singer:
Listen now to what the angry girl thought, but didn't say. (He sings)

He who wears the shoes of gold
Tramples on the weak and old
Does evil all day long
And mocks at wrong.

O to carry as one's own
Heavy is the heart of stone.
The power to do ill
Wears out the will.

Hunger he will dread
Not thouse who go unfed:
Fear the fall of night
But not the light.

The Singer:
But you, who have listened to the story of the Chalk
Circle
Take note of the meaning of the ancient song:
That what there is shall belong to those who are good for
it, thus
The children to the maternal, that they thrives;
The carriages to good drivers, that they are driven well;
And the valley to the waterers, thus it shall bear fruit.