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There once was a band from Raleigh
Who played string band music as folly
They played at the fest
And took no requests,
But blew them away, by golly.
-bp

There once was a lawyer named Weighed,
Who joined an old time string brigade,
They played around bunches
For Scotch and free lunches,
And in endless good times they were paid.
-ms

There once was a string band from Raleigh
Who played with gasoline and fire on a trolley
They found the fiddlers and bass
In a guitar case
And the rest of the group in Mount Holly.
-ws

There once was a lawyer named Wade
Whose demeanor was proper and staid
He joined a string band
But then broke his hand
He made sure somebody was paid.
-cn

There once was a string band named Southern
A mixture of sistern and brothern.
The women were charming,
But the men quite alarming,
With beer guts, each big as the othern.
-ms

There once was a fiddler named Montague
Who was slightly careless when she’d had a few
She took a stiff drink
Gave Charley a wink
And proceeded to snap her bow in two.
-bp

There once was a woman named Beck
Who caught an orangutang by the neck
She thought he was nice,
But he wound her up thrice
And her husband cried out, what the heck.

Now Becky had quite a spouse
Who harassed workmen moving a house
They jumped on the truck
And doggone the luck
Their left wheel ran over a mouse.
-ws

There once was a man named Bob Peter
Who was such a finicky eater
They served him pot roast
With a thin wedge of toast
But he cried out for something much sweeter.
-ws

There once was a fiddler named Vicky
About playing in tune she was picky
She said "don't ask why,
Just tune it or die".
Because getting that guitar out …will be tricky.
-cn

There was a fellow named Kurt
Who told us he'd lived in a yurt
While eating peyote, he got bit by a coyote
But was so high it never did hurt.
(OK, so it was a teepee)
-cn

To music at Mike’s I'm a goin’
Cause on his fiddle he'll be a bowin’
Though he's deaf as a post,
He's better then most
As long as the whiskey's a flow'n'.
-cn

A fellow named Charley got struck
By the limerick bug, and it stuck.
He wrote hundreds a day,
So they took him away
In a red and white funny farm truck.
-ms

There was a young fellow named Charley
Whose heart was set on a Harley
When they came to deliver
It fell on his liver
And since then he's been a bit gnarly.
(Ok, so it wasn't a Harley)
-ke

There once was a bass player named Raxter
Who's big bottom the girls were all after
I asked "Will it cause strife
If it's known to your wife?"
He replied "It's best not to ask her!"
-cn

Anne's fiddling is awesome it's true
But to be heard in this rowdy crew
She uses mighty bow strokes
And I'll tell you folks
I'm afraid she'll saw it in two.
-cn

A lovely young fiddler named Miller
Has a rift in Old Mose that's a killer
She tickles the strangs
Where the melody hangs
And take it from me, it’s a thriller.
-ws

There was a fine fellow named Wade
Who many an instrument played.
He sat down in the loo
With his didgeridoo
And astonishing noises were made.
-da

There was an old clogger named Ron
Whose hair, knees and wind were all gone.
He continued to dance
When given a chance
To prove he could still get it on.
-da

Our violin teacher, Miss Vicky
'S thought by some in our group to be picky
'Cause I fear, with her ear
A note near still sounds queer
So she clobbers the clod with a stick-y.
-da

What is old time? It ain’t bluegrass
It’s fiddlin’ and pickin’ sometimes real fast
When the band starts to groovin’
Rafters shakin’ and movin’
That’s how you know that we kick ass.
-am