Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/To a Bad Fiddler

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To a Bad Fiddler.
Old Orpheus played so well he moved Old Nick,But thou moved nothing but thy fiddlestick.
You beat your brow and fancy wit will come;Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.

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