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Never did I find me mate for charmin' an' delightin', / Never one that had me bate for courtin' an' for fightin'; -- / (A white moon at the crossroads then, and Denny with the fiddle; / The parish round admirin', when I danced down the middle.) / Up the earth and down again, me like you'd not discover; / Arrah! for the times before me dancin' days were over!
Never was a moon so low it didn't find me courtin', / Never blade I couldn't show a wilder way of sportin'. / (Is it at the fair I'd be, the gentry'd troop to talk with me; / Leapin' with delight was she, -- the girl I'd choose to walk with me.) / 'Twas I could win the pick of them from any lad or lover; / Arrah! for the times before me dancin' days were over!