“O I won’t lead a homely life
As father’s Jack and mother’s Jill,
But I will be a fiddler’s wife,
  With music mine at will!
    Just a little tune,
    Another one soon,
  As I merrily fling my fill!”
And she became a fiddler’s Dear,
And merry all day she strove to be;
And he played and played afar and near,
  But never at home played he
    Any little tune
    Or late or soon;
  And sunk and sad was she!
As father’s Jack and mother’s Jill,
But I will be a fiddler’s wife,
  With music mine at will!
    Just a little tune,
    Another one soon,
  As I merrily fling my fill!”
And she became a fiddler’s Dear,
And merry all day she strove to be;
And he played and played afar and near,
  But never at home played he
    Any little tune
    Or late or soon;
  And sunk and sad was she!
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