They are dancing to-night—so I stand
And sulk, with my back to the wall—
To the tune of “John Peel” by the band,
And feel myself out of it all.
I glance at the girls who go by,
My looks with amusement they see;
I’d ask them to dance, but I’m shy—
I know they are laughing at me.
How fresh are the breezes of morn,
While over the meadows we go!