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Billy Boy
Poor Billy boy was music mad,
On music mad was he;
And yet he was as blithe a lad
As any lad could be.
With a "hey-de-diddle,
Bow and fiddle,
Rig-a-my, ho!" sang he--
For Billy was as blithe a lad
As any lad could be.
"Nobody knows the joys I know
Or sees the sights I see;
So play me high, or play me low,
My fiddle’s enough for me.
With a "hey-de-diddle,
Bow and fiddle,
Rig -a-my, ho!" sang he--
For Billy was as blithe a lad
As any lad could be.
It takes me here, it takes me there
So play me low or high;
It finds me, binds me, anywhere,
And lifts me to the sky."
With a "hey-de-diddle,
Bow and fiddle,
Rig -a-my, ho!" sang he--
For Billy was as blithe a lad
As any lad could be. |
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