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OLD PARKIN RAINE THE FIDDLER.
A SONG.

Ye merry musicians of Teesdale,
Who love on the fiddle to play,
Who go unto concerts and parties,
Where music and dancing hold sway;
Your music is sweet, and you please us
With many a fine melting strain;
But the best of your corps is ta'en from us—
Our fav'rite,—brave old Parkin Raine!

CHORUS—
He's gone, "He's gone," and we'll never
At merry nights see him again;
But the people of Teesdale will ever
Remember brave old Parkin Raine!

So neatly the bow he could handle,
And few men could truer time beat;
We heard his performance with pleasure,
His tones were so mellow and sweet.
Though praised by the dalesmen around him,
He ne'er was conceited and vain:
A plain, unassuming, good fellow,
Was the fiddler—brave old Parkin Raine!

Chorus—He's gone, &c.

At fairs, plays, and sports we now miss him,
Where the dale lads and lasses oft met
To follow the practice of dancing;
Those scenes we can never forget.
His polkas, quadrilles, reels, and hornpipes,
Kept toe and heel going amain;
Few men were so skilled in such music,
As the fiddler old Parkin Raine!

Chorus—He's gone, &c.

When farmers had finished their harvest,
They often for Parkin did send,
And got all their workers together,
A jovial evening to spend;
And many a stout country damsel,
And many a hard handed swain,
Kept up the enjoyment till morning,
To the music of old Parkin Raine!

Chorus—He's gone, &c.

He always was hearty and cheerful,
And ne'er in the least thought it wrong
To mingle with social people,
And sing a good old hunting song.
But the cry of the hounds pleased him better,
As they sped over hill, dale, and plain,
With the loud tallyho of the hunters;
A sportsman was old Parkin Raine!

Chorus—He's gone, &c.

By Stainmore and Brough they well knew him,
He did at their holly-nights play;
'Tis long since the holly was lighted,
The custom is now done away.
His fiddling and hunting are over,
He's gone from this drear world of pain;
But the people of Teesdale will ever
Remember brave old Parkin Raine!

Chorus—He's gone, &c.


From POEMS AND SONGS OF TEESDALE by Richard Watson published 1884