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THE FIDDLER
The fiddler knows what's brewing
To the lilt of his lyric wiles:
The fiddler knows what rueing
Will come of this night's smiles!
To the lilt of his lyric wiles:
The fiddler knows what rueing
Will come of this night's smiles!
He sees couples join them for dancing,
And afterwards joining for life,
He sees them pay high for their prancing
By a welter of wedded strife.
And afterwards joining for life,
He sees them pay high for their prancing
By a welter of wedded strife.
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He twangs: “Music hails from the devil,
Though vaunted to come from heaven,
For it makes people do at a revel
What multiplies sins by seven.
Though vaunted to come from heaven,
For it makes people do at a revel
What multiplies sins by seven.
“There's many a heart now mangled,
And waiting its time to go,
Whose tendrils were first entangled
By my sweet viol and bow!”
And waiting its time to go,
Whose tendrils were first entangled
By my sweet viol and bow!”
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