To many a jingling bell;
His brilliant dress,
They both confess,
Becomes him very well.
And now the Ball is at its height,
A madly whirling throng;
Each merry pair
A smile doth wear.
To many a jingling bell;
His brilliant dress,
They both confess,
Becomes him very well.
And now the Ball is at its height,
A madly whirling throng;
Each merry pair
A smile doth wear.