large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_41_64kb_4
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_41_64kb
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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! 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
"It's a long, long cruise-you understand-- But over beyont the ragin' sea I kin see my boys on the shinin' sand Waitin' to help this ol' hulk ashore, Just as they used to--ah, mate, you know!-- In the long ago." No, sir! he wuzn't afeard to die; For all night long he seemed to see His little boys of the days gone by, An' to hear sweet voices forgot by me! An' just as the mornin' sun come up-- "They're holdin' me by the hands!" he cried, An' so he died. "FIDDLE-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'!  FIDDLE D FROM LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD THIS IS THE LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FROM MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT EL I B R I VO X DAT O'ARGI RECORDING 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
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