Wave
WAVE
LETS ALL GO A DANCING,
TO NIGHT, IT MUST IRISH BE.
SO OFF TO CRICKLE WOOD THE GALTYMORE TO SEE
A SKATING RINK CONVERTED
WE PAY OUR ENTRY FEE
WITH DRINKERS DIVERTED
A GREAT NIGHT THIS WILL BE
IT SEEMED A THOUSAND CELTS
AND OTHERS JUST LIKE ME
ARE ALL READY GATHERED HERE
FOR THE DANCING SETS YOU FREE
THE MUSIC DEEP INSIDE
BRINGS OUT THE JOY IN ME
THE PADDIES AND COLLEENS
ARE BOISTEROUS COMPANY
A FOX-TROT AND WALTZ
GIVE WAY TO A SIEGE AND MORE
STOMPING ALL TOGETHER
A WAVE RUNS DOWN THE FLOOR
TO LONDON WAYS CONVERTED
THE COUPLES LEAVE AS ONE
OR AS THE PRIEST LAMENTED
WHY AREN’T I, GETTING SOME?
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