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Then loud laughed the youth  "By my Bottle," cried he, "I've put a quietus on 'Fiddle dee dee'!" Out came then Dear Mother Mine, saying: "My son, Right well have you wrought with your little red gun! Hereafter no evil at all need I fear, With such a brave soldier as You My Love here!" THEN LOUD LAUGHED THE YOUTH BY MY BOTTLE CRIED HE I'VE PUT A QUIETISS ON FIDDLE D OUT CAME THEN DEAR MOTHER MINE SAYING MY SON RIGHT WELL HAVE YOU WROUGHT WITH YOUR LITTLE RED GUN YOU ARE AFTER NO EVIL AT ALL NEED I FEAR WITH SUCH A BRAVE SOLDIER AS YOU MY LOVE HERE
E-DEE-DEE" There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee"-- A very provoking, unmusical song For one to be whistling the summer day long! Yet always contented and busy was he With that vocal recurrence of "Fiddle-dee-dee." Hard by lived a brave little soldier of four, That weird iteration repented him sore; "I prithee, Dear-Mother-Mine! fetch me my gun, For, by our St. Didy! the deed must be done That shall presently rid all creation and me Of that ominous bird and his 'Fiddle-dee-dee'!" Then out came Dear-Mother-Mine, bringing her son His awfully truculent little red gun; The stock was of pine and the barrel of tin, The "bang" it came out where the bullet went in-- The right kind of weapon I think you'll agree For slaying all fowl that go "Fiddle-dee-dee"! The brave little soldier quoth never a word, But he up and he drew a straight bead on that bird; And, while that vain creature provokingly sang, The gun it went off with a terrible bang! DING WESQUIDWASH LAKOVA LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD BY EUGENE FIELD FIDDLE DY DARCE WAS A BIRD THAT LIVED UP IN A TREE AND ALL HE COULD WHISTLE WAS FIDDLE D A VERY PROVOKING UNMUSICAL SONG FOR ONE TO BE WHISTLING THIS SUMMER DAY LONG YET ALWAYS CONTENTED AND BUSY WAS HE WITH THAT VOCAL RECURRENCE OF FIDDLE DY HARD BY LIPPED A BRAVE LITTLE SOLDIER OF FOUR THAT WEIRD ITERATION REPENTED HIM SORE I PRITHEE DEAR MOTHER MINE FETCH ME MY GUN FOR BY OUR SAINT DIDDIE THE DEED MUST BE DONE THAT SHALL PRESENTLY RID ON CREATION AND ME OF THAT OMINOUS BIRD AND HIS FIDDLE D THEN OUT CAME DEAR MOTHER MINE BRINGING HER SON HIS AWFULLY TRUCULENT LITTLE RED GUN THE STOCK WAS OF PINE AND THE BARREL OF TIN THE BANG IT CAME OUT WHEN A BULLET WENT IN THE RIGHT KIND OF WEAAPON I THINK YOU'LL AGREE FOR SLAYING ALL FOUL THAT GO BRIDDLE D THE BRAVE LITTLE SOLDIER QUOTH NEVER A WORD AND THE UPPONE DREW A STRAIGHT BEAT ON THAT BIRD AND WHILE THAT VAIN CREATURE PROVOKINGLY SANG THE GUNNET WENT OFF WITH A TERRIBLE BANG
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