THE fiddler played upon his fiddle
All through that leafy June,
He always played hey-diddle-diddle,
And played it out of tune.
And down the hill the children came, And down the valley too : I never heard the fiddler’s name, So cannot tell it you. Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-dee.
On on they came, and when they heard That tune so swift and sweet, They did not say a single word, But shuffled with their feet.
Then round they went, and round and round, All to that cracked old fiddle, And still was heard the magic sound, Hey-diddle-diddle-didd, Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-dee.