Lyrics: First verse In our fam'ly there has been for many years a Violin, It hangs in our front room upon the wall; Now it's not much on looks or strings, but when it comes to Music things, That fiddler there has got it on them all. And tho' it's worn and old, it's worth its weight in gold. Chorus My great granddaddy, when he was a laddie, Played ""Yankee Doodle came to town"" upon that Violin, And my own daddy's dad made my grandmammy glad with ""Way down south in the land of cotton,"" Best tune that he had; Now my dad takes that bow, And he syncopates so soft and low a rag, a rag, I love to hear it played; Then he hands that fiddle to me, And I play a Maxixe melody, ""Tia-da-da, tia-da-da, tia-da-da, tia-da-da,"" On the Violin my great granddaddy made. Second verse Many times that Violin upon that wall just seems to grin, And says so soft and sweetly to its bow, As years roll on, the fashions change, the tunes today are mighty strange, ‘Twas not this way a hundred years ago. I realize it too, the tunes today are new.
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The derogatory terms, images, and ideas that appear in some of this sheet music are not condoned by the University of Mississippi. They do represent the attitudes of a number of Americans at the times the songs were published. As such, it is hoped that the sheet music in this collection can aid students of music, history, and other disciplines to better understand popular American music and racial stereotypes from the 19th- and early 20th-centuries. Read the introduction for further information to use when contextualizing this item: http://220.127.116.11/cdm4/intro_harris.php