Saturday night at the Adam Smith Hall
The couples all move to the dance master's call.
Tonight they've no problems, no worries at all;
It's the dancing, the dancing's tonight.
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And oh, Monday morning, she comes round too soon;
The sound of the flaxmill, the beat of the loom,
But tonight the band's playing a romantic tune;
Aye, the dancing, the dancing's tonight.
Her partner is perfect, so light on his feet.
The footwork is faultless. Perhaps they might meet
Up by the old Kirk or down Hunter Street,
Walking home under the stars.
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Walking back late by Kirkcaldy's sea wall,
The sea looks so big, the sky is so tall.
The fate of two people can't matter at all;
Just a waltz in three-quarter time.
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