Dancing around the open ball-room

Being passed from hand to hand

Underneath the silver moon

That hangs in the beautiful sky in Ireland

Very soon the music started to grow faster

And the English Lords laughed as we danced around them

As the candle light went into a color of amber

Each of the ladies dresses seemed like a prized gem

Soon the clock struck midnight

Then fireworks lit the sky

Each color so beautifully bright

And once again the time flew by and quickly the sun began to rise

And each lady went to sleep

In her own warm suite.

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