THE FIDDLER'S READY
© Jon Horne 2006

Ladies, make your entrance
Gents, please take a bow
We thank you for your patience
The fiddler's ready now
The dance shall commence
Not a moment too soon
By midnight, you'll be drunk as dogs
And howling at the moon

Prick your ears up for the fiddler
He's the finest in the land
Form two lines down the middle and
Take your ladies by the hand
Chaisse, swing and pas-de-bas
Perform the demi-cha”ne
Fill up your mugs and glasses
And we'll start the thing again

Dance to the fiddle
Form a square or form a ring
Rince-fadas, quadrilles
Then I'll step out front to sing
A sad one for the ladies
While the men have one more drink
And when you've had your fill
I'll be waiting in the wings

They always have a word for me
The petticoated throng
they offer me a penny
If I'll sing them one more song
Give your money to the fiddler
I tell them all with glee
And if you wait until your husband's gone
I'll sing to you for free

ladies, make your entrance
Gents, please take a bow
We thank you for your patience
The fiddler's ready now