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A DILLAR, A DOLLAR, A TEN OCLOCK SCHOLAR. 257
A diller, a dollar, a ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
But now you come at noon.
Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,
If ever thou mean to thrive.
Nay, I’ll not give my fiddle
To any man alive.
If I should give my fiddle,
They 1] think that I’m gone mad;
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.