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THE DANCE.
Dinderly, danderly, merrily seen,
Gay lads and lasses dance over the green;
With mirth and with play we drive care away,
Triumphantly banished this bright holiday.
These shady old trees our fancies do please,
As we trip it and slip it and skip it along.
This is my song:
Trip it along!
Gay lads and lasses dance over the green;
With mirth and with play we drive care away,
Triumphantly banished this bright holiday.
These shady old trees our fancies do please,
As we trip it and slip it and skip it along.
This is my song:
Trip it along!
Fairily, airily, see how we go,
Faithfully footing it all in a row!
The woodland around re-echoes the sound
Of tabor and fife in a gladsome rebound.
All hearts are alive, sweet pleasures revive,
As we trip it and slip it and skip it along.
Sing to my song:
Slip it along!
Faithfully footing it all in a row!
The woodland around re-echoes the sound
Of tabor and fife in a gladsome rebound.
All hearts are alive, sweet pleasures revive,
As we trip it and slip it and skip it along.
Sing to my song:
Slip it along!
Warily, Margery: go not so fast:
Overhaste at the parting shall not be to last.
Sweet Bessie, beware, or the gins of thy hair
The heart of bold Reuben with love may ensnare.
Hark! the glad strain now recalls us again
To trip it and slip it and skip it along,
Singing this song:
Skip it along!
Overhaste at the parting shall not be to last.
Sweet Bessie, beware, or the gins of thy hair
The heart of bold Reuben with love may ensnare.
Hark! the glad strain now recalls us again
To trip it and slip it and skip it along,
Singing this song:
Skip it along!
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