Oh, it's fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee,
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The dancing bear ran away with me;
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For the organ-grinder he came to town
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With a jolly old bear in a coat of brown.
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And the funny old chap joined hands with me,
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While I cut a caper and so did he.
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Then 'twas fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee,
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I looked at him, and he winked at me,
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And I whispered a word in his shaggy ear,
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And I said, "I will go with you, my dear."
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Then the dancing bear he smiled and said,
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Well, he didn't say much, but he nodded his head,
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As the organ-grinder began to play
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"Over the hills and far away."
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With a fiddle-de-dum and a fiddle-de-dee;
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Oh, I looked at him and he winked at me,
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And my heart was light and the day was fair,
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And away I went with the dancing bear.
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Oh, 'tis fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee,
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The dancing bear came back with me;
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For the sugar-plum trees were stripped and bare,
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And we couldn't find cookies anywhere.
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And the solemn old fellow he sighed and said,
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Well, he didn't say much, but he shook his head,
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While I looked at him and he blinked at me
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Till I shed a tear and so did he;
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And both of us thought of our supper that lay
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Over the hills and far away.
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Then the dancing bear he took my hand,
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And we hurried away through the twilight land;
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And 'twas fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee
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When the dancing bear came back with me.
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The Dancing Bear
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| Natalie Merchant |
