| Oh, it’s fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee,
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| The dancing bear ran away with me;
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| For the organ-grinder he came to town
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| With a jolly old bear in a coat of brown.
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| And the funny old chap joined hands with me,
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| While I cut a caper and so did he.
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| Then 'twas fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee,
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| I looked at him, and he winked at me,
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| And I whispered a word in his shaggy ear,
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| And I said, «I will go with you, my dear.»
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| Then the dancing bear he smiled and said,
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| Well, he didn’t say much, but he nodded his head,
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| As the organ-grinder began to play
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| «Over the hills and far away.»
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| With a fiddle-de-dum and a fiddle-de-dee;
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| Oh, I looked at him and he winked at me,
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| And my heart was light and the day was fair,
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| And away I went with the dancing bear.
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| Oh, 'tis fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee,
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| The dancing bear came back with me;
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| For the sugar-plum trees were stripped and bare,
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| And we couldn’t find cookies anywhere.
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| And the solemn old fellow he sighed and said,
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| Well, he didn’t say much, but he shook his head,
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| While I looked at him and he blinked at me Till I shed a tear and so did he;
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| And both of us thought of our supper that lay
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| Over the hills and far away.
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| Then the dancing bear he took my hand,
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| And we hurried away through the twilight land;
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| And 'twas fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee
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| When the dancing bear came back with me |