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His legs were as bow'd as the half o' a loop,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
An' his arms were sae lang, he ne'er needit to stoop,
For he picked up preens without bending his knee.
He laughed, and the hale o' the men o' our toun,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
Lap out o' their wits and fell down in a swoon,
The flent o' them had the power to flee.
He sang, and they sprang to their foot in a crack,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
Now what I relate is a notable fact,
For I was sleeping when I did it see.
He play'd them a jig, and the dancing began,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
And he led them to where a big water down ran,
Where he douked them till they were like to die.
This queer wee man lap up on a hill,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
An' be open'd his mouth like the door o' a mill,
I hope sic a mouth I will ne'er again sec.
But thunder ne'er gied sic a terrible roar,
Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;
As when he announced that the dancing was o'er,
An' bade them fareweel, an' awa' did flee.
Weary and wet our mon cam' hame,
Fiddledum, faddlodum, fee, fee, fee;
An' swore the wee man was surely to blame,
For using sic freedoms in ony countrie.
