| His father was a dancer before him
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| And his father before him, and his father before him
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| Moving in line with the steps that came down through the years
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| Like a spell through the streets
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| Everyone had their stories and family glories
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| Ribbons swayed in the air of a new summer breeze
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| It’s in his very heart, it’s in his very bone
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| Absorbed in all its glory, absorbed in all its glory
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| It was written in the stone
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| You can see it in the stone
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| Fiddles played with such joy
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| It’s hard to remember, so hard to remember
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| When feet felt so light they couldn’t keep still
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| They said farewell to each spot with a Bonny Green Garter
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| Joking and laughter
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| This age-old round carried on
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| In tune with the year
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| It’s in his very heart, it’s in his very bone
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| Absorbed in all its glory, absorbed in all its glory
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| It was written in the stone
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| You can see it in the stone
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| The silver watch carried near his breast would have so impressed
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| Many younger men who were dancing then
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| Never missing out a day at school, he was no-one's fool
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| And every now and then he’d sing a song for friends
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| Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking
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| Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking
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| Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking
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| Abroad for pleasure as I was a-walking
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| When the day’s end is near the streets start to clear
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| At the end of the beer
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| His thoughts take him back to the old dancing days
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| His father a dancer before him and his father before him
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| And his father before him
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| Kept alive all those steps
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| And the tunes that they played
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| 'Cause its in his very heart, it’s in his very bone
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| Absorbed in all its glory, absorbed in all its glory
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| Lt was written in the stone
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| It was written in the stone
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| It was written in the stone
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| You can see it in the stone |