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, diddle-diddle-dee.
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