Dance brightly now, my little one,
an' follow the steps I learned ye.
When the devil come near,
just spit in his eye,
as ye prance to the drum and pipe.
Awake, awake me princess dear
in the fine land of flowered dreams.
We'll cheer ye on with laughter,
frothin' cup in hand,
as ye prance to the song of life.
N'er sleep in pain or tears m'love,
noor pine fer the love ye knew.
'Tis a feast we share forever,
of mem'ries o so grand,
as ye prance to beat of me heart.