Fiddle And Bow

O my name is William MacDonnell, I have come across the sea

I am no handsome man of wealth, nor do I plan to be.

But I've a treasure fit for kings, and beggars all the same

And she comes with me wherever I go, sometimes she calls my name.

My father worked his life away, diggin' for the coal

To the central lowlands every day, with shovel he would go

And he left for me the only thing, he felt he had twas fine

It is my pride and joy, it's yours now boy read the note he left behind.

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No apple falls far from a tree, now I pass this fiddle down to thee

Hold it near your heart and soul, and let your passions guide your bow

And when the music sweet does play, know I'll be not far away

Though my body lies down with the coal, my spirit lies for you to hold

In the fiddle and bow

So with fiddle strapped upon my back I set out to see new lands

I have lived a wild and rovin' life, played to meek and grand

And to all I played with all I had and I could not help believe

When I'd draw the bow across the strings, somehow I'd set him free

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