Twangdillo
, “Yet still the merry bard without regret
Bears his own ills, and with his sounding shell
And comic phiz relieves his drooping friends.
He tickles every string, to every note
He bends his pliant neck, his single eye
Twinkles with joy, his active stump beats time.”
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Entry taken from
Dictionary of Phrase and Fable,
edited by the Rev. E. Cobham Brewer, LL.D. and revised in 1895.