Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light But oh, she dances such a way No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.
Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light But oh, she dances such a way No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.
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