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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.