’Tis she was the Queen of the Dance,
And wasn’t it I that was proud of her!
At last I looked out for a chair,
And off I led Mary in state to it;
But think of us when we got there,
The sorra the sign of a sate to it!
Still, as there was no other free,
We thought we’d put up for a start with it—
Och, when she sat down on my knee
For an emperor’s throne I’d not part with it.