Twangdillo

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.

Somerville: Hobbinol.

Source: Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, E. Cobham Brewer, 1894
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