Song of the Dance
The rain is falling, falling fast,
So swift it rushes down apace,
" Shush-shush, " it sounds in channel's race.
. . . . . . . . . .
" Who's going to take me home to-night. "
The Cossack who's been drinking deep
Sees at the dance a lady smile.
" O fair one, stay a little while
And I will see you home to-night. "
" I beg you not to take me home
Because my husband is a bear!
He'd beat me when I entered there,
If you should see me home to-night. "
The music makes a noise like rain.
The fiddlers play, the drum booms on —
The Cossack waits — she has not gone —
All know he'll take her home to-night!
So swift it rushes down apace,
" Shush-shush, " it sounds in channel's race.
. . . . . . . . . .
" Who's going to take me home to-night. "
The Cossack who's been drinking deep
Sees at the dance a lady smile.
" O fair one, stay a little while
And I will see you home to-night. "
" I beg you not to take me home
Because my husband is a bear!
He'd beat me when I entered there,
If you should see me home to-night. "
The music makes a noise like rain.
The fiddlers play, the drum booms on —
The Cossack waits — she has not gone —
All know he'll take her home to-night!
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