Martha: 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 hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle It's my heart, Tom and his fiddle My strings are unstrung Hi-hi-hi-hi 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 hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle Goodbye to the fiddle My strings are unstrung Hi-hi-hi-hi I'm always undone
When heaven calls to me Sing me no sad eulogy Say I die, loving bride Loving wife, loving life
For it was hi-hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle 'Twixt my heart, Tom, and his fiddle And ever 'twill be Hi-hi-hi-hi Through eternity
