The Old Fiddler |
| 'Twas market day in the village, and the crowds 'round the stalls was quite dense, |
| But what caught my eye was a stall piled high with the musical instruments. |
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| And up to the stall was a little old man, his clothes was all tattered and thin, |
| But his face come alight when his eyeballs caught sight of a beautiful old violin. |
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| He held it up to the dealer saying, "How much is this one then?" |
| He replied, "That's a Stradivarius, my man, that'll cost you four pound ten." |
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| "I can't afford that," sighed the little old man and a lump come into my throat, |
| I was feeling quite chuffed, and so I stuffed in his hand a ten-shilling note. |
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| A crowd had gathered behind us so I quickly went 'round with his hat, |
| When I finished I found I'd collected five pounds so I took my tn shilling back. |
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| Well we give the dealer the money and the old mn so shadilly dressed, |
| Picked up the violin, stuck it under his chin and he played like a man possessed. |
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| He played Cantartins and Fugue, and ??? too, |
| By composers like Johann Sebastian Bach to mention only a few. |
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| He played waltzes by Strauss and Die Fledermaus, and Tales From the Vienna Wood, |
| Then Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto, but he didn't play that quite so good. |
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| "Well done!" cried the crowd when he finished and they gently patted his head, |
| But the excitement was too much for the little old man who unfortunately fell down dead. |
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| Well we give the dealer his fiddle and we took back our four pound ten, |
| Then we picked up the old man and we laid him to rest in the cemetery down by the glen. |
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| But sometimes at night when the moon do shine bright, if I should happen to stray, |
| Up over the hill, it seems that still I can hear the old man play. |
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| Yes the words of that popular song rings true, for though the old man is gone, |
| Yes, although the song is ended, the melody lingers on. |
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