A tragic tale of a fiddler's plight |
A fiddler sat beneath a tree of fig Alone he was in his gig With his fiddle and his twig To prance his little jig Alone, alas, he did not wish to be Below the solitary tree A maiden’s face he wished to see And gloomy was his silent plea Dear Fiddler, fiddledum fiddledee We heard the tale of thee When your heart once giggled with glee Underneath the fig tree A lass did pass indeed Of higher class, a noble breed The fiddler’s gloom did recede As he performed a song of his creed Many a day did the fiddler play Oh, he was so bright and gay What would the beautiful dame say She couldn’t send the poor man away Dear Fiddler, fiddlelah fiddlelaw What a lovely dame you saw You do not dare withdraw As love is your eternal law The dame stood in front of him She had admired every played hymn That were weaved by infatuous whim The fiddler’s joy was filled to the brim “I’ve heard your lovely tune,” The dame could only croon She sat next to him under the moon The fiddler could only swoon Dear Fiddler, fiddledew fiddleyew She’s professed her love to you You can no longer be blue As the day’s evening dew One day it all went awry One day the dame walked by With a knight who sat high Upon a horse that reached the sky She was his bride by betrothal The fiddler couldn’t have her at all His broken heart fell into a pitfall When he felt the shattering appall Dear Fiddler, fiddlesum fiddleso Your face is filled with woe Isn’t that the lass you know To which your heart will bestow Tears clouded his monochrome sight Until the cold starry midnight When the noose held with its might The remains of the poor man’s plight By dawn the dame cried beneath the tree And said, “What a poor sight to see” “I’ve always admired your melodies for me” “Sorry soul, my greatest love belonged to thee” Dear Fiddler, fiddledum fiddledee We heard the tale of thee When your heart once giggled with glee Underneath the fig tree |