“O I WON’T LEAD A HOMELY LIFE” (To an old air)

“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!