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			 Dear creature!--you'd swear
 When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round,
  That her steps are of read more 
	 Dear creature!--you'd swear
 When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round,
  That her steps are of light, that her home is the air,
   And she only par complaisance touches the ground. 
		
 
	
			 Come and trip it as ye go,
 On the light fantastic toe.  
	 Come and trip it as ye go,
 On the light fantastic toe. 
		
 
	
			 Endearing Waltz--to thy more melting tune
 Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon.
  Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance read more 
	 Endearing Waltz--to thy more melting tune
 Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon.
  Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance forego
   Your future claims to each fantastic toe!
    Waltz--Waltz alone--both legs and arms demands,
     Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands. 
		
 
	
			 You've got to dance like nobody's watching and love like it's never going to hurt.  
	 You've got to dance like nobody's watching and love like it's never going to hurt. 
		
 
	
			 Such pains, such pleasures now alike are o'er,
 And beaus and etiquette shall soon exist no more
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	 Such pains, such pleasures now alike are o'er,
 And beaus and etiquette shall soon exist no more
  At their speed behold advancing
   Modern men and women dancing;
    Step and dress alike express
     Above, below from heel to toe,
      Male and female awkwardness.
       Without a hoop, without a ruffle,
        One eternal jig and shuffle,
         Where's the air and where's the gait?
          Where's the feather in the hat?
           Where the frizzed toupee? and where
            Oh! where's the powder for the hair? 
		
 
	
			 Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
 Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
  And the read more 
	 Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
 Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
  And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
   Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. 
		
 
	
			 Dancing in the chequer'd shade.  
	 Dancing in the chequer'd shade. 
		
 
	
			 Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest,
 And closely their hands together are press'd;
  And soon read more 
	 Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest,
 And closely their hands together are press'd;
  And soon as a dance has come to a close,
   Another begins, and each merrily goes. 
		
 
	
			 What! the girl I adore by another embraced?
 What! the balm of her breath shall another man taste?
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	 What! the girl I adore by another embraced?
 What! the balm of her breath shall another man taste?
  What! pressed in the dance by another's man's knee?
   What! panting recline on another than me?
    Sir, she's yours; you have pressed from the grape its fine blue,
     From the rosebud you've shaken the tremulous dew;
      What you've touched you may take. Pretty waltzer--adieu!