JACKY, come give me thy fiddle, If ever you mean to thrive. Nay, I'll not give my fiddle To any man alive. If I should give my fiddle, They'll think that I'm gone mad, For many a joyful day My fiddle and I have had. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PASSER-BY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 35 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE DEATH OF SLAVERY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY A SUMMER SUMMARY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A STIRRUP-CUP by DOUGLAS AINSLIE |