I WON'T be my father's Jack, I won't be my mother's Jill, I will be the fiddler's wife And have music when I will. T'other little tune, T'other little tune, Prithee, love, play me T'other little tune. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE EPISTLE TO WILLIAM SIMPSON OF OCHILTREE by ROBERT BURNS THE WRITER'S JOURNAL: POSSESSION by BAYARD TAYLOR A SOUTHERN NIGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY A DEFIANCE, RETURNING TO THE PLACE OF HIS PAST AMOURS by PHILIP AYRES |