She Danced A Jig, She

Tantarrara! The Joyous Book Of Spring Lies Open, Writ In Blossoms.

Sin We Have Explain'd Away; Unluckily, The Sinners Stay.

She Danced A Jig, She Sung A Song That Took My Heart Away.

Yet Dearer Still That Irish Hill Than All The World Beside; It's Home, Sweet Home, Where'er I Roam, Through Lands And Waterswide.

Soul's Castle Fell At One Blast Of Temptation, But Many A Worm Had Pierced The Foundation.