I wrote a second verse:

Old parson Brown was the talk of the town, Up on his toes and awhirlin around, Young sister Lizzie, she's danced till she's dizzy, She cries once again, once again, play the tune once again. Fat brother Pat shakes it hither and back, Slim sister Jeanne runs around in a dream, They're crying hail, hail, the gangs all here, For the Alabama Jubilee

Brad Sondahl http://www.camasnet.com/~brad