 | When life is young |  |
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DANCING
Master Fitz-Eustace de Percival Jones
Went dancing with Polly McLever;
And he asked her that night, in the sweetest of tones,
To dance with him only,—forever.
Went dancing with Polly McLever;
And he asked her that night, in the sweetest of tones,
To dance with him only,—forever.
“Indeed I will, Eustace de Percival Jones,”
Said dear little Polly McLever.
So he whispered her softly: “Delay is for drones—
Let 's take the step now, Love, if ever.”
Said dear little Polly McLever.
So he whispered her softly: “Delay is for drones—
Let 's take the step now, Love, if ever.”
To-day they are gray, and their weary old bones
Feel keenly each turn of the weather;
But dancing at heart still are Polly and Jones,
As they tread to-day's measure together.
Feel keenly each turn of the weather;
But dancing at heart still are Polly and Jones,
As they tread to-day's measure together.
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