the fiddler, lost one leg and one eye by a stroke of lightning on the banks of the Ister.
Yet still the merry bard without regret Bears his own ills, and with his sounding shell And comic phiz relleves his dropping friends. He tickles every string, to every note He bends his pliant neck, his single eye Twinkles with joy, his active stump bears time.
Source: Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, E. Cobham Brewer, 1894
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