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PATE M'QUATTY ON HIS FIDDLE, by                    
First Line: O, I wouldna swap my auld fiddle
Last Line: I've daylight wherever I go.
Subject(s): Fiddles; Music & Musicians; Musical Instruments


O, I WOULDNA swap my auld fiddle
For a' the pianos I ken,
Nor for the gilt-flute o' Tam Riddell,
Nor the chanter and pipes o' Tam Glen.

How it sets the fellows a-prancing,
Like cowts when they're fed upon corn!
How it rouses the lassies a-dancing
Till the wee short hours o' the morn!

My fiddle's a witch and a charmer,
Its tongue is the tongue o' a lark,
Its whispers as soft and as warm are
As the whispers o' love in the dark.

Its song's like the song o' a maiden,
Its croon 's like the croon o' a dove,
Its heart-strings are shaken and laden
Wi' the innermost secrets o' love.

Its wrath is the wrath o' a brither,
When fechting for sisters at hame;
It wails like the wail o' a mither,
Its sob 's like the sobbing o' shame.
Its glee is the glee o' a gossip,
When the blithemeat's set down on the board;
It exults like a slave that can toss off
The fetters put on by his lord.

Of baith sun and moon independent,
If I mind but to rosin the bow;
If "brig" and if "strings" be new mended,
I've daylight wherever I go.





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