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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