"O I won't lead a Homely Life"

"O I won't lead a homely lifeAs father's Jack and mother's Jill,But I will be a fiddler's wife,With music mine at will!Just a little tune,Another one soon,As I merrily fling my fill!"

And she became a fiddler's Dear,And merry all day she strove to be;And he played and played afar and near,But never at home played heAny little tuneOr late or soon;And sunk and sad was she!