1776: He Plays the Violin

Oh he never speaks his passions
 He never speaks his views
 Whereas other men speak volumes
 The man I love is mute
 In truth, I can't recall
 Being wooed with words at all
 Even now
 He plays the violin
 He tucks it right under his chin
 And he bows, oh he bows
 For he knows, yes he knows
 That it's hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle
 It's my heart, Tom and his fiddle
 My strings are unstrung
 Hi-hi-hi-hi
 I am undone
 I hear his violin
 And I get that feeling within
 And I sigh, oh I sigh
 He draws near, very near
 And it's hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle
 Goodbye to the fiddle
 My strings are unstrung
 Hi-hi-hi-hi
 I'm always undone
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 When heaven calls to me
 Sing me no sad eulogy
 Say I die, loving bride
 Loving wife, loving life
 For it was hi-hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle
 'Twixt my heart, Tom, and his fiddle
 And ever 'twill be
 Hi-hi-hi-hi
 Through eternity
 He plays the violin