Duncan the Fiddler, play for your life!
Up from the heather and into the night,
You’ll come nae mare to berry nor stamp,
You’ll play the ware and we’ll be the dance –

Duncan the Fiddler, play for your life!
Up from the rivers and over the skies,
Don’t you be gone, our shadows are young –
Don’t you be leaving what you began….

On the stone we made our own duet,
A dangerous game was on, a pact –
Not just a song – and since you’ve come,
We might as well continue….
I recommend you:

Duncan the Fiddler, play for your life!
Up from the heather and into the night
You’ll come nae mare to berry nor stamp,
You’ll play the ware and we’ll be the dance!

Way for the Fiddler, way for the bow!
Pray for the Fiddler – but don’t let him go!
Who would deny our generous rogue?
In with the drink and on with the show!

Pomegranite blood we share with you,
Our nectar juice is of the rarest hue,
So take the handles of the flagons,
Take the fruit I beg you….I dare you!

Duncan the Fiddler, hey your life is
Flashing before you like a steely little knife!
Did you say you’ve no children nor wife?
Well we have some you’d very well like:

Anwin, Ellen, Morgan, Nell and Edith,
Eve, Rhiannon, Alison – and maybe Morveth!
Emily, now she’s been anxious lately….

Duncan the Fiddler….
Duncan the Fiddler….

Something wrong? – you’re dreadfully dim –
Dear, what a spot you’ve got yourself in!

Duncan the Fiddler, hey ho here!
Here is a lemon and there goes your beard….
Open your mouth and let us begin
Cursing the mess your fiddle is in –

Pieces all around you, where to stop?
The agony, the energy is fading,
Now you know the hunger of the Faerie…

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