Colleens Travels
Colleen, the fiery red head down the road learned to step dance
She practiced up and down Ireland, then moved to Italy and France.
Hot blooded Italians had never seen a ginger this beautiful and flashy.
The French were unkind; they called Colleen common and trashy.
Colleen moved back to Dublin where her cousins all danced too
Three got jobs on a cruise ship, and invited her to the ocean blue
These four step danced three nights a week, and joined the captain’s table
It was the best time of Colleen’s life, she told her little cousin, Erin Mable.
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