A lady with a shelaghley

Danced a jig whilst at a ceiladh

She danced on the tables,

Then on to the floor

And with her shelaghley

Went out of the door

Down the road

The people followed

As she danced through crook

And hollow

The little people all joined in

Soon they were caught

In a moighty spin

They spun so fast

They flew up in the air

The moon shine skimmed

Off her ginger hair

What could they do

To get back to earth

With so much, fun, dance and mirth

The shelaghley was made into a tree

By which they returned

Almost instantly

 ©  Libithina