The Country Dance

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The Country Dance
Saturday night and the milking’s done
Jack the lad is ready for fun
Not much happening in the rural town
He’ll meet the lads, maybe act the clown

A quick shave and a lick behind the ears
Then he’s out the door for a couple of beers
The lads have gathered, the’re playing darts
While chattering on about the local marts...

Who sold this and who bought that
When in he walks in his cowboy hat
A vision to all, a sight to behold
As he settles down among his fold..

They drink and drink and drink some more
Empty bottles on the floor
The darts can’t seem to find the board
And the oche’s moved amid all the discord

Part 2

It’s closing time, the crowed breaks up
Our heroic Jack still stacks them up
With pints before him his eyes just closed..
His head still there or so he supposed

One by one they disappear
Our friend just smiles he’s downed the beer..
Our docile pal is now one of the boys
They all believe each others lies..

Part 3

He stands up straight, he’s left his seat
He’s off to join his captains fleet..
Floating on the raging sea
He soon begins to pay the fee..

He staggers over to the hall
His shipmates are ready for the ball
He joins the queue of waiting men
He hangs his head…. sea sick again…

Amid the crowd he sees a face
He struts across the hall , he’s making pace
His hand reaches out with such grace
The girl stands back...he’s flat on his face

Two strange men help him to his feet
Our poor friend can’t stand the heat
They take him out into the cool air
He’s standing there without a care

He’s on his own there’s not a sound
He topples over to the ground
Lying there he remembers her face
Then he Burps good night
To the human race..