The Cat went here and there,
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping Cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky,
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass,
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance Minnaloushe,
Do you dance?