Appropriate Dipstick

My mother and my father never one without the other
 Got together in november with her sister and his brother
 They married in the church with the big big steeple
 And their friends tell me now how they are such fine people
 They would dance, dance, dance
 2 by 2 and holding hands
 All the couples on the floor
 Drove'er hard and asked for more
 So the fiddler went on
 Grabbed his bow and played a song
 Well that was his pick
 His appropriate dipstick
 Deedle di dee dum
 Deedle di dee dum
 Diddle diddle dum dee du
 Diddle didee diddle dum
 And forty years from then when their daughter and her lover
 Got together on the alter to proclaim to one another
 Eternal love from heaven they would give and would receive
 A love that was worth celebrating well in the eve
 Could we all join hands
 In the union of this chance
 Take a partner to the floor
 Feel the music to the core
 When the fiddler struck a note
 That was when the party broke
 And the bow was his pick
 His appropriate dipstick