Of the dancers who came there that evening before—
Not thinking the river could rise any more—
Will sing the reel songs and will point to the place
Where once stood the house on that now crumbling base
When caught in the flood on that night without warning
To the dancers within till the dawn of the morning.
’Twas a house of firm structure, but fashioned quite plain,
With its hallway, its rooms and a roof ’gainst the rain,
With a story below and a story above,
And the rooms were all ample and wide; but the love