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I had fiddled all day at the county fair.
But driving home "Butch" Weldy and Jack McGuire, / Who were roaring full, made me fiddle and fiddle / To the song of "Susie Skinner," while whipping the horses / Till they ran away.
Blind as I was, I tried to get out / As the carriage fell in the ditch, / And was caught in the wheels and killed.
There's a blind man here with a brow / As big and white as a cloud.
And all we fiddlers, from highest to lowest, / Writers of music and tellers of stories, / Sit at his feet, / And hear him sing of the fall of Troy.