Is a game he must like—
When it pulls in the £ s. d.
He calls for his "weed" and he calls for his "fizz,"
And he calls for his—Fiddle-de-dee!
Every fiddler has his own little fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle has he.
"£ s. d., £ s. d.," sings King Coal, "Fiddle-de-dee!
Oh! an opportune Strike is the thing for me!"
O, there's none so rare
As can compare