Jack And His Fiddle

Jacky, come and give me thy fiddle,

If ever thou mean to thrive.

Nay, I'll not give my fiddle,

To any man alive.

If I should give my fiddle,

They'll think that I've gone mad,

For many a joyous day

My fiddle and I have had.

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