The Old Fiddler - Bill Monroe (比尔·门罗)-歌词

The Old Fiddler - Bill Monroe (比尔·门罗)

Let me tell you a tale about a spry old man

Guess he's as old as the hills

He's the favorite fiddler for miles and miles around

And plays for all the good quadrilles

Every Saturday night all the folks stop in and tune

The whole town is ready to go

While the fellers chose their partners

And the caller taps the jug

And the old man puts the rosen to the bow

You could hear Uncle Pen yelling

Do si do swing that gal in the calico

And the old man still fiddling

And you ought to see them dance

To the rhythm of the fiddle and the bow

You could hear Uncle Pen holler

Hurry home hurry kiss for we must be getting along

And the day starts breakin'

And the folks start heading home

And the old man is still a-going strong