Cry, cry, you violin of old
cry for these two souls sold
old friends you and I
and together we watch them go by
once, their love, worth more than gold
more than lovers, they too were friends of old
deeper than the fleeting feeling of romance
did they play notes of song and dance
louder you violin of old!
much louder of these lamentable stories told
for these old friends once brave and bold
gave their ways to nothing but green and musty mould
‘till two dreary hearts sunk in water deep and cold
the spirit of bondage had taken hold
so deep, so cold, we canst not bear
not even for a decent fiddler’s fare
but you, violin of old
cry, cry, with notes on high, for these two souls sold.