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...