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Show MY FIDDLE. .. Mt fiddle Well, I kind e-' ket-p hsr handy, flent you know! ThiAitrbt 1 ain't so much Inclined to trouip tbo btriuj-s and switch the Uw As I was before ihe Umber of my elbows got so dry. And my fingers waa more liuibur like and or perish per-ish and spry. Yet 1 can pienk and plunk aud pliuk. And lime tier up tusd play, And jest If an liar I. ami laiiyh and wink At everj raiuy day. i My piny lu's only uudilliif tuuea 1 picked up lien a boy The kind o' sort o fUldlm' that tho folks call eordnivl. "The OKI Fat Onl," and "liyestraw," and "My SjuIit's Ou the Sea," Is the cow tillions that 1 saw when tho ch'ii e is leit to irnv Aud so I pi u uk and plonk aud pliuk. And rosnui up my bow, J A, lid play i hi tunes that make you Ihlok The devil'h iu your toe. i Tliat's how this here old fiddle's won my lnvirl'i I indnriu' love! j From Hi nt ring's across her middle to the servech-I servech-I in' keys alwve From lier apern, over bridge, and to therihbou tund her throat, Bun's a wooiu cooiu' plgeoa, singia' "Lovo Mo" every note) I Aud iki 1 pat. her neck, and pllnk llerstriiiKH with levin' humid. An' llst'niu' clost, I souiciimes thluk i She kind o' uuderslandH. -James Wliitcomb IUley. |