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Ah sure it wasn't long last Saturday night, before I was dancing out on the green. I stepped the dance to general delight; And I danced the skellemesago. But not before long I drew there a crowd who thought me rather odd. And sure says I to two poli-ce-men, It's only me dancing the wherligig jig. But with menacing look, says one to me then, You'll come right along with us. Yet being inclined, to dance tru the night, I skipped my heals and fled. It was such a fleeing, as think you might, That I danced the Irish trot. With fine trotting trot as ever was got, I danced away from those men. Yet intent they seemed, On following me, And dancing the rufty tufty So up tailes all, we three did go, and the maid peept out the window.
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
Fair City Rhapsody, part one (with gratitude to John Playford).
Ah sure it wasn't long last Saturday night, before I was dancing out on the green. I stepped the dance to general delight; And I danced the skellemesago. But not before long I drew there a crowd who thought me rather odd. And sure says I to two poli-ce-men, It's only me dancing the wherligig jig. But with menacing look, says one to me then, You'll come right along with us. Yet being inclined, to dance tru the night, I skipped my heals and fled. It was such a fleeing, as think you might, That I danced the Irish trot. With fine trotting trot as ever was got, I danced away from those men. Yet intent they seemed, On following me, And dancing the rufty tufty So up tailes all, we three did go, and the maid peept out the window.
There is more where this came from for sure.
IgnatiusBrabazon
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
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