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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Corn-Stalk Fiddle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN the corn's all cut and the bright stalks shine<br>Like the burnished spears of a field of gold;<br>When the field-mice rich on the nubbins dine,<br>And the frost comes white and the wind blows cold;<br>Then it's heigh-ho! fellows and hi-diddle-diddle,<br>For the time is ripe for the corn-stalk fiddle.<br>And when you take a stalk that is straight and long,<br>With an expert eye to its worthy points,<br>And you think of the bubbling strains of song<br>That are bound between its pithy joints —<br>Then you cut out strings, with a bridge in the middle,<br>With a corn-stalk bow for a corn-stalk fiddle.<br>Then the strains that grow as you draw the bow<br>O'er the yielding strings with a practiced hand! <br>And the music's flow never loud but low<br>Is the concert note of a fairy band.<br>Oh, your dainty songs are a misty riddle<br>To the simple sweets of a corn-stalk fiddle.<br>When the eve comes on, and our work is done,<br>And the sun drops down with a tender glance,<br>With their hearts all prime for the harmless fun,<br>Come the neighbor girls for the evening's dance,<br>And they wait for the well-known twist and twiddle —<br>More time than tune — from the corn-stalk fiddle.<br>Then brother Jabez takes the bow,<br>While Ned stands off with Susan Bland,<br>Then Henry stops by Milly Snow,<br>And John takes Nellie Jones's hand,<br>While I pair off with Mandy Biddle,<br>And scrape, scrape, scrape goes the corn-stalk fiddle.<br>'Salute your partners,' comes the call,<br>'All join hands and circle round,'<br>'Grand train back,' and 'Balance all,'<br>Footsteps lightly spurn the ground.<br>'Take your lady and balance down the middle'<br>To the merry strains of the corn-stalk fiddle.<br>So the night goes on and the dance is o'er,<br>And the merry girls are homeward gone,<br>But I see it all in my sleep once more,<br>And I dream till the very break of dawn<br>Of an impish dance on a red-hot griddle<br>To the screech and scrape of a corn-stalk fiddle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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Like the burnished spears of a field of gold;
When the field-mice rich on the nubbins dine,
And the frost comes white and the wind blows cold;
Then it's heigh-ho! fellows and hi-diddle-diddle,
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