“O I won’t lead a homely life
As father’s Jack and mother’s Jill,
But I will be a fiddler’s wife,
       &nbsp With music mine at will!
       &nbsp       &nbsp Just a little tune,
       &nbsp       &nbsp Another one soon,
       &nbsp 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,
       &nbsp But never at home played he
       &nbsp       &nbsp Any little tune
       &nbsp       &nbsp Or late or soon;
       &nbsp And sunk and sad was she!