Tekst:
Kate Anna Mcgarrigle Dancer With Bruised Knees

des trois la prend par sa main blanche Le plus jeune des trois la prend par sa main blanche Montez montez princesse dessus mon cheval gris A Paris j'vous mene dans

me on the fly But once I came crashing down Now I'm a weaver Wall hangings if you please In everyone I feature A dancer with bruised knees Doop, do

But now though I have a biscuit And I have a sweater to wear To keep me from the cold My mammy, she is crying 'Cause my daddy, he is lying With no biscuit