| Jack Orion was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the string
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| He could drive young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing
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| He could fiddle the fish out of salt water, water from a marble stone
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| Or milk from out a maiden’s breast though baby she had none
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| There he played in the castle hall and there he played them fast asleep
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| Except it was for the young countess who, for love, she stayed awake
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| So first he played her a slow air and then he played it brisk and gay
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| And oh, dear love, behind her glove, this lady she did say
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| Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and flapped their wings so wide
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| It’s you must come to my chamber there and lie down by my side
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| So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green and he stole out on his a-tip-a-toe
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| And he’s off back to his young boy Tom as fast as he could go
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| Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and flapped their wings so wide
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| I’m bid to go to the lady’s door and stretch out by her side
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| Lie down, lie down, my good master, here’s a blanket to your hand
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| And I’ll waken you in as good a time as any cock in this land
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| Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a full hour
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| Until he played him fast asleep; |
| he’s off to the lady’s bower
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| And when he came to her chamber door, he twirled softly at the pin
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| The lady, true to her promise, rose up and let him in
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| He did not take that lady gay to bolster nor to bed
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| But down upon the hard cold floor right soon he had her laid
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| And he did not kiss her when he came nor yet but from her he did go
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| But in out the lady’s bedroom window, the moon like a coal did glow
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| Ragged are your stockings, love, and stubbly is your cheek and chin
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| And tousled is that yellow hair that I saw yestereve
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| These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my hand
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| The wind must have tousled my yellow hair and I rode over the land
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| Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played so saucily
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| He’s off back to his master’s house as fast as go could he
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| Wake up, wake up, oh my good master, why snore you there so loud?
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| There’s not a cock in all this land but has clapped his wings and crowed
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| Jack Orion took the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he played so merrily
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| He’s off away to the lady’s house as fast as go could he
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| And when he came to the lady’s door, he twirled so softly at the pin
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| Saying Oh, my dear, it’s your true love, rise up and let me in
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| She said Surely you didn’t leave behind a golden brooch nor a velvet glove
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| Or are you returning back again to taste more of my love?
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| Jack Orion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
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| Lady, I never was in your house since the day that I was born
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| Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that cruelly has beguiled me
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| Oh woe, that the blood of that ruffian boy did spring in my body
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| Jack Orion sped off to his own house, saying
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| Tom, my boy, come here to me
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| He hung him from his own gatepost, high as a willow tree |