Sister did the jig and brother beat the drum

And baby rocked her dolly baby rocked her dolly



As I sit here in this old folks home my hair is white as snow

I remember when I was young again how everything was jolly

When sister did the jig...



Well them kids of mine they've all grown up they write every now and then

As I read the letters it makes memories of all our fun and folly

When sister did the jig...



That wife of mine God rest her soul she's gone on before me

I bet she's told the Lord about the times our house was filled with jolly

When sister did the jig...



That man across the hall is a lonely man he's never had a family

So he asked me to tell him all about my kids when he's feelin' melancholy

When sister did the jig...

When sister did the jig...