The fiddler is coming tonight

The girls will get a tune

The fiddler is coming tonight

Tonight, the fiddler is coming



The bailiffs are after me

The joiners are after me

The bailiffs are after me

I won't have anyone but the tailor



(german)

Over rivers, over mountains

Over cliffs he leaps

Rushing on his winter journey

I think only of him

Silently the black fiddlers approaches

His face white and fierce

We all hear, we all believe.

When the black fiddler speaks



I will go across the river

I will come back across the river

I will go across the river

Visiting the tailor



Heard from Calum Cameron, also in Puirt-a-Beal (Mouth Tunes) or Songs for Dancing