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 PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |