Fiddler Jones
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he earth keeps some vibration goingThere in your heart, and that is you.And if the people find you can fiddle,Why, fiddle you must, for all your life.What do you see, a harvest of clover?Or a meadow to walk through to the river?The wind’s in the corn; you rub your handsFor beeves hereafter ready for market;Or else you hear the rustle of skirtsLike the girls when dancing at Little Grove.To Cooney Potter a pillar of dustOr whirling leaves meant ruinous drouth;They looked to me like Red-Head SammyStepping it off, to “Toor-a-Loor.”How could I till my forty acresNot to speak of getting more,With a medley of horns, bassoons and piccolosStirred in my brain by crows and robinsAnd the creak of a wind-mill—only these?And I never started to plow in my lifeThat some one did not stop in the roadAnd take me away to a dance or picnic.I ended up with forty acres;I ended up with a broken fiddle—And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories,And not a single regret.
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