Lyrics

Jimmy played the fiddle/So pretty and so sweet/For the girl he saw so clearly/Though they had yet to meet/And all the pretty lasses/Who waited at the show/Were always sad to see young Jimmy go

He met me in September/By Christmas we were wed/And Jimmy
played the fiddle/Each night beside our bed/He was summoned in the springtime/And what he could not know/Was that his child inside me watched him go

Oh you must let him go/Jimmy and the music in his bow

The war dragged on for too long/For when Jimmy did come home/
There were two stones in his garden/That childbirth had sown/So he buried there his fiddle/But it’s said that to this day/Late at night they still hear Jimmy play

Oh you must let him go/Jimmy and the music in his bow