Billy Boy


Billy Boy

Billy Boy :

Poor Billy boy was music mad,

On music mad was he;

And yet he was as blithe a lad

As any lad could be.

With a ‘hey-de-diddle,

Bow and fiddle,

Rig-a-my, ho!’ sang he–

For Billy was as blithe a lad

As any lad could be.

‘Nobody knows the joys I know

Or sees the sights I see;

So play me high, or play me low,

My fiddle’s enough for me.

With a ‘hey-de-diddle,

Bow and fiddle,

Rig -a-my, ho!’ sang he–

For Billy was as blithe a lad

As any lad could be.

It takes me here, it takes me there

So play me low or high;

It finds me, binds me, anywhere,

And lifts me to the sky.’

With a ‘hey-de-diddle,

Bow and fiddle,

Rig -a-my, ho!’ sang he–

For Billy was as blithe a lad

As any lad could be.

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