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