Old Guiseppe The Fiddler
F Francis Duggan
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Old Guiseppe the fiddler he lives on our street
As happy a fellow as one could wish to meet
He plays on his front porch old tunes every day
The music of Italy so far away
Single in his early seventies he never had a wife
His fiddle does play a huge part in his life,
He plays the most beautiful old melodies
And his music does float in the freshening breeze
Adown the street of the quiet neighbourhood
Just hearing him fiddle for the mind is good
Nostalgia in his ageing heart has not died
He still plays the tunes of his home countryside
May he enjoy a long and a healthy life span
Guiseppe from Italy that marvellous man.
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