Touch Of The Master's Hand Lyrics - Singles - Myra Welsh

'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer 

Thought it scarcely worth his while 

To waste much time on the old violin 

But held it up with a smile 

What am I bidden, good folks, he cried 

Who'll start the bidding for me? 

A dollar, a dollar, then two! Only two? 

Two dollars, and who'll make it three