Show The Old Fiddler I I By DO DOUGLAS LAS MALLOCH IE C kiE Y ic Ex F k H HE HM ll PLAYS the tunes we used to hear When old Tim Loss' Loss barn was clear His hay plied piled back his rigs pulled out And all aU the young folks all about Would gather for a n country dance To turn and sashay and advance Now all those girls and boys are gone But the old fiddler fiddles on I As tenderly his cheek Is laid On that old fiddle that he played I As Is a mothers mother's on her child The snow Is high the wi wind d is wild But ho can see Bee across the snow The lantern lights of ot long ago And hear across the silence flung The laughter of ot the once so young And so is memory at the last A queer old fiddler from the past pnat Who sits beside some evening fire And nd plays the tunes that do not tire The heart a fiddle from whose strings There comes the music of ot old things The sweeter things of ot sweeter days When life a gray old fiddler plays l 1921 un Douglas Doua A Mailoch I |