I've got no say so. I let them cut my tongue out.
I've laid down my fiddle. Now I play the snare drum.
I've got no feelings, I let them cut my heart out.
Laid down my fiddle. And now they pay me well.
Revolutionary War (1775-83) Civil War (1861-65): If you laid down your fiddle for the drum, you were off to war.
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