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! What's Come To All The Lads To-Day,--These Mournful Ways They're Keepin', Grudgin' Any Hour To Play And Wastin' Nights In Sleepin'. (Readin' Be The Chimney-Place,--That Dacent In Their Habits, You'd Sooner Get A Fight Or Song Be Callin' Upon Rabbits.) Faith, I'd Change The Lot For One Rejoicin', Rantin' Rover, The Like Of Me, Myself, Before Me Dancin' Days Were Over.