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Jacky, Come give me thy fiddle,

HNR 694

Jacky, Come give me thy fiddle,
If ever you 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'm gone mad,
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.




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