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I lost my eyes in the blacksmith shop in the year of fifty-six |
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While dusting out a t-flange, which was out of fix |
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It bounded from the tongs, and there concealed my doom |
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I am a blind fiddler, and far from my home |
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I've been to San Francisco, I've been to Dr. Lane |
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He operated on one o' my eyes, but nothing could he gain |
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He told me that I'd never see, and it's no use to mourn |
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I am a blind fiddler, and far from my home |
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I have a wife and three little ones dependin' now on me |
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To share all my troubles, whatever they may be |
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I hope that they'll be careful, while I'm compelled to roam |
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I am a blind fiddler, and far from my home |
