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Negro Poems, Melodies
Playing fiddles Sah is fine
And I will show you how I play mine,
At the dances where I go
Said a darky Fiddlin' Joe.
First you rosin up your bow Then you fix your fiddle so, Tuck your fiddle under your chin And that's the way you first begin.
Scrape and scrape, and scrape the strings Till that blamed old fiddle sings, But don't forget the way you begin Is to tuck your fiddle under your chin.
Back and forth you rub the bow
Up and down you make it go,
But the way you first begin
Is to tuck your fiddle under your chin.
Make that catgut squeal and howl Saw that fiddle near your jowl, But to do all this you first begin By tucking your fiddle under your chin.
Up and down you let it rave Bend that bow just like a wave, But don't forget when you first begin To tuck your fiddle under your chin.