Thomas Hardy - O I won't lead a homely life lyrics

“O I won't lead a homely life As father's Jack and mother's Jill, But I will be a fiddler's wife,   With music mine at will!    Just a little tune,    Another one soon,   As I merrily fling my fill!” And she became a fiddler's Dear, And merry all day she strove to be; And he played and played afar and near,   But never at home played he    Any little tune    Or late or soon;   And sunk and sad was she!