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Nursery Rhyme. DCLV. Relics.
By Unknown
Jacky, come give me thy fiddle
If ever thou mean to thrive;
Nay, I'll not give my fiddle,
To any man alive.
If I should give my fiddle,
They'll think that I'm gone mad,
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.
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