New Fiddler's Dram

Never had a wife or a daughter or a son Just have my fiddle, got myself a gun I play for all my friends, shoot at all my foes That’s how the life of a fiddler goes Fiddler a dram, fiddler a dram Come on and give the fiddler a dram I played all night with a bottle in my hand Come on and give the fiddler a dram [?] and the sugar in the gourd [?], [?] [?] Can’t hold a candle to fiddler a dram Fiddler a dram, fiddler a dram Come on and give the fiddler a dram Fiddle in my one hand, bottle in t'other I shot my dad, I had my mother I never did a day of honest toil Burned a tree, [?] soil I [?] territory, [?] Everywhere I go a play a Fiddler a dram, fiddler a dram Come on and give the fiddler a dram I say to the devil I sold my soul [?] and shove it up your hole