When she does dance when the night falls
And sings her songs of faithful love,
A great delight upon me falls
As if I were in heaven above.
And then, I say voice of a child,
"Her dance and song, what a great joy!"
When she does dance that dance so pretty
And sings her songs with so much mirth,
I say aloud, "Yes, charming Mary,
What glorious act did give you birth?"
And then, I shed some tears, I'm crying.
Mary's divine! I'm not here lying.