[Verse 1]
Now gents to the middle said a young girls fiddle
And you ain't got nothing to lose
Allemande right she can play it all night
She can fiddle off the bottom of your shoes
[Chorus]
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bow hair fly
How she hangs that music in the air
[Verse 2]
Now promenade down to the lonesome sound
Of a whippoorwill in the night
Sashay back look at old mad Jack
Hugging everything in sight, he said
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now Banjo Bill he stopped stock still
As the notes came a rolling by
And it filled his ears and eased his fears
And a tear come to his eye, he said
[Chorus]
Now gents to the middle said a young girls fiddle
And you ain't got nothing to lose
Allemande right she can play it all night
She can fiddle off the bottom of your shoes
[Chorus]
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bow hair fly
How she hangs that music in the air
[Verse 2]
Now promenade down to the lonesome sound
Of a whippoorwill in the night
Sashay back look at old mad Jack
Hugging everything in sight, he said
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now Banjo Bill he stopped stock still
As the notes came a rolling by
And it filled his ears and eased his fears
And a tear come to his eye, he said
[Chorus]
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