On the Bridge of Avignon

Lazy-bones, forsake your bed! Shake off dull sloth, rise from the dead! On the bridge of Avignon there is dancing. Join the fun! Ye gold-laden, ye who beg, off to that bridge and shake a leg! Young men dance with dash and vigour, old men cut a less bold figure. A priest and soldier back to back flash their colours, red or black. To the sprightly, to the lame the piper's call is just the same. Will you dance or will you nay, all must dance, come end of day.