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O Rings
a pull of the squeezebox plays round
through your golden locked hair
next to mine in the lantern glare
the swing of the meoldy 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 twirlin rows round
to the cricket legs rubbin 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