One couple of days
One couple of days, the one in the middle
There was a young man, he was playing a fiddle
One couple of days, the one at the start
The fiddler did fiddle and played with my heart
One couple of days, the one at the end
The fiddler just wanted to be my friend
The fiddler played a mournful tune
Sitting and eating cheese on the moon
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