THE FIDDLER.
Reading edition
The fiddler played upon his fiddle All through that leafy June, He always played hey-diddle-diddle, And played it out of tune. And down the hill the children came, And down the valley too: I never heard the fiddler's name, So cannot tell it you. Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-dee. On—on they came, and when they heard That tune so swift and sweet, They did not say a single word, But shuffled with their feet. Then round they went, and round and round, All to that cracked old fiddle, And still was heard the magic sound, Hey-diddle-diddle-diddle, Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-dee.