Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the string He could drive young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing He could fiddle the fish out of salt water, water from a marble stone Or milk from out a maiden's breast though baby she had none There he played in the castle hall and there he played them fast asleep Except it was for the young countess who, for love, she stayed awake So first he played her a slow air and then he played it brisk and gay And oh, dear love, behind her glove, this lady she did sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
