The people of Swit-zer-land were not always free and happy as they are to-day. Many years ago a proud tyrant, whose name was Gessler, ruled over them, and made their lot a bitter one indeed. One day this tyrant set up a tall pole in the pub... Read more of THE STORY OF WILLIAM TELL at Stories Poetry.comInformational Site Network Informational
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My Fiddle




From: ONE TUNE USED WITH "BAA! BAA! BLACK SHEEP!"

If my ole fiddle wus jes in chune,
She'd bring me a dollar ev'y Friday night in June.
W'en my ole fiddle is fixed up right,
She bring me a dollar in nearly ev'y night.
W'en my ole fiddle begin to sing,
She make de whole plantation ring.
She bring me in a dollar an' sometime m[=o]'.
Hurrah fer my ole fiddle an' bow!




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