A pull of the squeeze-box plays round Through your golden locked hair Next to mine in the lantern glare The swing of the melody Takes you arm-in-arm with me While we sway in harmony Dancin' there
Oh rings around you and me Oh no where I'd rather be
The strings of the mandolin sing To the twirling rows round To the cricket legs rubbing sound Then the call from the caller Brings quiet to the hall where We'd spun ‘neath the ball And the lantern glare
Oh rings around you and me Oh no where I'd rather be