©Stewart MacNeil

If all I had was money, jewels were all I owned
Spend it in a hurry, sell the shiny stones
Buy myself a fiddle, fiddle with a bow
Call up all the neighbours, dancing we would go

	Dancing we would go, dancing we would go
	Call up all the neighbours, dancing we would go

Find myself some fiddlers of high renown
Finest tunes we'd offer, fifty to a pound
Find myself some fiddlers of high renown
Finest tunes we'd offer, fifty to a pound

	Fifty to a pound, fifty to a pound
	Finest tunes we'd offer, fifty to a pound

And if our arms get tired, if our glass was low
Fill it up with rum or whisky I suppose
If our arms get tired, if our glass was low
Fill it up with rum or whisky I suppose

	Whisky I suppose, whisky I suppose
	Fill it up with rum or whisky I suppose