'Tis I go fiddling, fiddling, By weedy ways forlorn; I make the blackbird's music Ere in his breast 'tis born: The sleeping larks I waken 'Twixt the midnight and the morn. No man alive has seen me, But women hear me play Sometimes at door or window, Fiddling the souls away,- The child's soul and the colleen's Out of the covering clay. None of my fairy kinsmen Makes music with me now: Alone the raths I wander Or ride the whitethorn bough, But the wild swans they know me And the horse that draws the plough.
- by Nora Hopper (1871 - 1906), "The Fairy Fiddler" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Benjamin Burrows (1891 - 1966), "The Fairy Fiddler", 1927 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2022-01-05
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