“O I WON'T LEAD A HOMELY LIFE”

“O I wo n't lead a homely life

As father's Jack and mother's Jill,

But I will be a fiddler's wife,

With music mine at will!

Just a little tune,

Another one soon,

As I merrily fling my fill!”

And she became a fiddler's Dear,

And merry all day she strove to be;

And he played and played afar and near,

But never at home played he

Any little tune

Or late or soon;

And sunk and sad was she!