When I was a girl in Ireland, a raggedy man would come 'round every spring with a little bantam rooster. He trained it to peck out The Mountains of Mourne on a toy piano that swung off his chest.
Well, the first year he came, we, all of us, the girls in that place, we thought it magical. The second year, we laughed behind our hands at the odd man and his tatters. And the third year we didn't even go, because The Mountains of Mourne was all that little rooster could ever do.
So what's the ...
That Jazz Dance
Written by W.C. Handy
Performed by W.C. Handy's Orchestra of Memphis See more