"He plays
the violin
He
tucks it right under his chin
And he bows, oh he bows
For he knows, yes he knows
That it's high-high-high-diddle diddle
Twixt my heart, Tom and his fiddle
My strings are unstrung
High, high, high, high
I am undone
I hear his violin
And I get that feeling within
And I sigh, oh I sigh
He draws near, very near
And it's high-high-high-diddle diddle
Goodbye to the fiddle
My strings are unstrung
High-high-high-high
I'm always undone"
-Martha Jefferson